People need people.
Animals need animals.
But sometimes, we need each other.
And that's Okay.
Because no matter how independent you are,
Someday, we're all going to need
somebody to lean on.

Just a young sapling
With an unhindered view,
It chose its position
And then grew where it grew.

Just a singular tree,
Not in a forest, copse or wood,
Preferring its own company,
It stood where it stood.

A tree in its infancy
Coping with life’s highs and lows,
It takes on all challenges
And it grows where it grows.

Standing resolutely alone,
An independent tree,
This somehow reminds,
Reminds me of me.

If I were the principle of my school
I would bring some changes to the rules
A school where every child can dare
To think freely and be their true selves

I would give the a problem to solve
By themselves.A chance to evolve
To grow., with all the senses involved

I don't want parrots belching memorized words
Students aren't sheep, teachers aren't shepherds
I would want them to live in an open world
Where they can question everything under the Sun

Bookish knowledge is not all
There's more to life than Newton's laws
We are artists, us human not robots
Scientist, philosophers, why should we be restricted to some selected thoughts

I would want basic life skills
To be taught to every pupil
So that when they leave these gates
They aren't left confused and dazed

We must teach them empathy
Theory gives way to practicality
So that when they got no help
They can think for themselves

Don't sacrifice the individual
At the altar of peer-pressure
These would be my principles
If I were my school's principal.

Why?
Why do you have to make me feel like I’m tied down?
Tied down to your rules, your wants, and your needs.
I have choices too.
Opinions unheard, ignored, mocked.
I’m one of three daughters, yet you choose me.
The only time I’m chosen is so you can make your attempts at manipulating me,
taking any sense of freedom I should have over my future, my life, my needs.
Denying the chance to let me prove you wrong.
You may be right, I have called Wolf too many times but in this case, it’s different.
Give me the chance to prove you wrong,
to prove that I can do it.
That I can be free from this rope that holds me back from what I want.
Let me just be independent for once without the need for your so-called supervision and advice.
The advice that’s more like scolding and yelling.
Darkening my mood, deepening the depression.
Your words linger in my head for days upon days.
Have you ever taken a chance to stop and think that you may be the reason?
The reason I am so desperate to escape,
the reason I am dreaming of the day I can be independent.

ℑ'𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢,
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢.

𝔄𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥.
𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔡, 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔶.

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲, ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔤𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔲𝔶𝔰...𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶, 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔲𝔶𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯.

𝔗𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶,
       ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝐼𝒩𝒟𝐸𝒫𝐸𝒩𝒟𝐸𝒩𝒯𝐿𝒴... 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔯.

I have been given the boon of freedom
My feet were kicking placed
upon a journey
to discover the exhilarating arctic air
upon the mountain named Independence
It wasn't my idea
to forsake the traditions of my mothers
who each built homes and took the names of men in their youth
whose strength lay in raising strong
children and learning how to be formidably equal partners
It was not my first choice
me, who had from almost infanthood
idolized love
and longed to be rescued by a darling prince
I think perhaps I was my lineage's silliest daughter
my flights of fancy almost ruined me
the cliffs of my foothills more dangerous than the peak
I now eagerly climb toward
For now I see that glittering helm
that sun graced pyramid
that promises the reward
that self-love brings
Peace
the complete rest of contentment
the gift of eternal passion
that can never be stolen
or caused to be ****** inside a desperate pairing
There is no need for a marriage of convenience
Nor a tryst of loneliness
No shackles formed from crippling self-consciousness
But only deep, thrilling, ice-cold self-acceptance
I AM whole

Empress won’t impress
just to please

With a vendetta against aggression
she brings violence to its knees

Tiger striped thighs tantalise
though single handedly she
plays tonight

on a mission, led by zebra striped eyes
she rides the northern lights

Peace and presence, her only weapon
an Empress needn’t corruption to threaten

I lost my parasol
In my former life
Last time I tried
To be proper
I picked up a bottle
Of liquor instead
And smoked your
Mother’s cigarettes.
I inhaled all my yesterday’s
Of trying to measure
Up
I never once stopped
To search for
My parasol.

                            -L. Frost