The people of my generation prefer the wilder side of fun,
With crashing turns and the promise of a turbulent ride of any kind.
I think to myself with the dizziness sinking in as the world spun,
How delightful it was to travel against the wind!

The outburst of mirth was unquenchable,
O, it felt as if we were racing through heaven!
Small, boring rides were no longer acceptable.
One, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN!

And here we go, off into the azure skies,
Reckless emotion and happiness overwhelming all at once,
With Earth, for some split-seconds, we severed all ties.
What troubled me was gravity's absence.

The screams of delight ringed in our ears,
All through the memories in years!

Torn by hatred,
And patched by love.
This is my paper heart.

Our heart is so fragile, yet so tough.
This is the power which love brings,
Transforming a world poisoned by hatred into something beautiful.
This is our paper heart.

The smell of lilacs,
Ignites a dancing spirit;
Trapped in a dark room.

I was freezing cold as my eyes fluttered open,
To reveal a grassy jungle matted with flower gardens.
I stood up and brushed off my cloak and dress,
Smiling into the night.

Then I remembered, I remembered how I got here.
For the longest time, I had run away from everything.
All a blur...the torture, the pain, the tears, the fear.
I felt it resurfacing, tearing through me like shredding paper.

I began to run,
And I wanted to run as far away from my past,
That haunted me throughout.
Everything was a blur, I was finally freed.

I wanted to go on,
To keep on running,
I wanted to fly, I wanted to fall,
But I never wanted to stop.

In fire, I drown.
In water, I burn.
In air, I walk.
On earth, I fly.

Amongst the laughter and celebration,
A black rainbow lurks.
Colour is her aspiration,
But in smiles, she sees smirks.

One fine day,
Someone knocks on her door.
Someone special, someone who has lots to say!
And caused an uproar.

The black rainbow is now glad,
That she has a special someone,
No longer is she sad,
Her fears have been undone.

A spring in her step, a sun in her smile;
The frosty winters to whom she said good-bye,
Erased is the phase that was hostile,
And so whitens her black eye.

Invisibleness
Not visible
Withdrawn from sight
Hidden, secret, and clandestine
Concealed