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  Oct 2016 m i a
gabriela
galaxies for your eyes, stars for your lips;
o starship, I'll blast off to the galaxies, and let gravity sweep me off my feet
o starship, I'll brush lightly by the radiance of the stars, and I'll find the crescent of the moon
m i a Sep 2016
i have become obsessed with the idea or theory,

that death may be the only way i'll finally be able to breathe,

that death will be the only way i'll be happy and filled with glee,

that death will be the only way i'll be able to understand peace,

that death will be the only way, i can actually be f r e e.

death
death
death,
please come and rescue me.
i dont want to die, but at the same time i do.
  Sep 2016 m i a
kailasha
Part 1

Because I was a part of my mother once,
and her essence is cherry blossoms,
her mind is  streaming warmth
and nothing that is from her can be insignificant.
homesick
  Sep 2016 m i a
Chloe Zafonte
It was my first week of kindergarten.
The adults around me went from being cheery to glum and irritable.

I came home that day and took my back pack off, I walked into the living room to see my Dad screaming and crying at the T.V! I looked at the screen to see the planes crashing into the towers, channels replaying it over and over again.

Images of Osama Bin Laden's face replaced Saturday morning cartoons. School went from learning to constantly singing patriotic songs and how we love our country.

I could not fully retain what was happening around me but I could feel the emotions of my teachers, parents and peers rubbing off on me.

The world went from green to gray that day and now I understand why.
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