Sometimes good sometimes bad
Often make one sad

Sometimes fresh sometimes faint
A picture they paint

We hide or flaunt
But the past is bound to haunt

Make new or retake few
But the mood goes blue

We quit but revisit
Somewhere in heart they sit

All memories
are ongoing stories

I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.

Another attack, more bloodshed
humans are in peril
It's hard to see
terror spreading
Why in this century
this should continue
We have read history too many to know
What can happen
And what will be lost
And no one is happy with the ending
We are losing humanity
It is strongly upsetting
what should spread peace, continues to be the reason of divide
Why do people resort to violence
Bloodstain on their fingers.

Love does prove itself

in attentively hearing --


of what is not said.