I will not adult today,
I will go out and play,
To my Pokemon and Legos I will say,
"It is for building and battles I deem this day."

Outside in the wind my hair will sway
And stress will not, my nerves, fray.

I will not adult today,
Imaginary monsters will I slay.
A pile of candy I will have on a tray,
Only blue skies I see, no clouds of grey.

For peace of mind I need not pray,
Today is mine and mine to do as I may.

What's that? The phone rings in my way,
It's my boss, he has something to say...
Off to work I go, I guess I will adult today.
Tomorrow I promise to do nothing but play.

She made the moon
look dull.

Though the stars
are weeping jealous.

They have no clue
how darkness could
turn it lifeless.

n.e

I really think the most beautiful
Thing in the world
Is real,
The
Happiness.
That smile
That lights up someone’s face,
And the way their eyes crinkle
When they laugh,
And the way their shoulders heave,
And the sound of their voice-
There is nothing more wonderful
To behold
Than someone who is blissfully,
Carefree
A smile that is
Genuine and
Sweet as honey
That is something
Worth living to see.

You are not the scars on your wrist.
You are not the mistakes of your past.
You are not the fear in your mind,
The hurt in your heart,
The regrets of your actions.

You are irreplaceable, irrepeatable,
Treasured,
Priceless,
And a gift to this world and to me.

Your smile brings light,
Your laughter brings hope,
And your life
Is worthwhile.

I find it kind of poetic
And a little nostalgic

That for one day
Or one week

We can all see
The night sky
Lit up with fire

And the happy screams of thousands
To join the stars

On one day
Of one month
Out of every year

And the sounds
Of the fiery sky

Thundering back
North and south
Back at each other

Like drums
Of sparks

I find it comforting
That a fiery sky

Can join so many
For a few hours

And turn back time

In memory
In memorium
Of 56 men

Who signed a piece of paper
A constitution

And of one man
Who predicted every celebration
On this day
That America will ever have

It is sweet to me
That one day 206 years ago
A group of men
Told America

*We will stand alone.