I fell asleep on the Sun, it was warmer than any sensation felt by a hug
I woke up on the moon because the stars were telling me love stories about you
I walked on the ocean the breeze of the wind telling me the direction
I climbed the shore where they said it was your destination
I flew on the land they told you where there and she was there as well
I went back to space to learn how I can distance myself
I starred at the earth from mars and it’s funny I know exactly where your heart is beating
Not with me but with her and her to be
So I fell asleep at my bed wondering the efforts I wasted.

So I'm sitting here, right?
Thinking of something to write.
It's not going very well, if I'm honest.

Like, I can't really think of something important to say...
Poems are meant to be poignant, though, aren't they?
Something worth time and effort, like a parable, or learning how to drive.

If you're interested, it hasn't been that long,
But I underestimated my own ability to shut down at will,
To run head first into dead-ends.

What is a poem, really?
That's not rhetorical, I am genuinely confused; my default state.
How many feet do I need in a line? I only have two to spare.

And if I give them away, how do I cross the finish line?
So I'm stressing over where to put the stresses
So my head's as blank as the verse in a Shakespeare play.

So I'm losing patience quickly, like a drunk doctor,
Or some similarly silly simile-slash-simulacrum,
Simulating the deepest of sympathies for myself.

Wait...Did I just do it? Did I just write a poem?
I think I did. I mean, I probably wasted your time in the process.
Sorry about that. Really, I am. How do I finish this?

Thanks for listening!
Wait, no...
The end!
No, hold on! I can do this...
Have a nice day!

Ah, whatever. You get the point.

What makes an athlete great?

Is it the shoes or the pace
The coach or their grace
The time it takes to finish the race?
Is it the hours in the gym
The drive just to win
Or the people cheering for her or for him.
Is it the desire
That un-bottled fire
That rages and urges us faster and higher
But who bought them the shoes
Thought them not to lose
Picked them up when they were tired and bruised
Yes I crossed the line
I put in the time
But they all came together to make victory mine.

She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes,
Her beauty striked every heart
Her beauty hided every scars.
No wonder her pain was just a mystery
She kept it secret like it was her history.
She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly
Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside.
There was a story behind her,
The story which was unspoken but real.
For no one should see the truth behind her life,
As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive.
Her goals were limitless,
She urged to acheive it, unless .
ALL her efforts and hardworks,
Made her shine like fireworks.
    -Aasiya shaikh

dragging wood
now at the end of a long day
an easy task