Froom moon to Jupiter
along its constant feeling of
falling the bricks of its centuries
Aurora Borealis to Centauri
sculpting the gasps off air and breathe
We inhaled the gases
the poison of liquidation,
the water that surrounds us;
the universe.
Another planet we communicate &
hopeful we wish for.
As long as the stars
could reconnect,
recollect the dust,
the galaxy that we traces
from our palm hands &
softly cuddling each other.
Cherished every moment
from here to there, &
possibly we could
Plant the other story
cause maybe the sparks
of the stars might fall
back to where it belongs.

"Your father he's...."
an ache in her heart caused a shake in her voice
" Your father is Dead--
I know how you feel."
my heart stopped for only a moment, it froze.
A moment of calm before I felt like it was
beating
pounding
against the ribs that caged it within.
"I.. This is impossible." Does she know anything about my mother?
I did not know her
not her name
not her eyes
not her lips
but I felt her spirit
and she was mine
"And your mother is fine." The girl said
I could sense more news on her breath, my chest tightened"
The news felt as if a new spirit, a seed was planted.
I watched her turn away and fade into the distance

She stopped,and thought, started breaking back toward me in her thoughts. And said" By the way, your mother will bear another child."...




By *Kyla and Amanda

From the time I arrived-
             I realized
That although the world around me hadn't changed
I could see things differently
From Math to challenges everyone else can't face on their own
I travel my own path, headstrong into the wind
*I look back to the past, scared of what I have been through
I let the strength that resides in my soul take hold of my heart,
and I continue on."

Someone else comes into bloom
blossoming bold and brilliant
Running straight toward me, as if that bloom had known me
belonged to me, and was mine
As I watched her dart towards me, I knew there was urgent news to be said
whistling whispers in my ear, I listened...





By Kyla and **Amanda

children!
I have heard them say
wishing goodmorning is a holy recitation
and its melody-filled rhythm flies
to the splendour-lit sky,
and the Almighty blows it back
that stokes our  hair and kiss our cheeks.

children!
I have heard them say
wishing goodmorning is hospitality
to the outdoor guest and he relishes
ssumptuous feast, drinking our cheerfulness,
and to his home his ***** carries us.

children!
I have heard them say
wishing goodmorning  is a feelings-sharing brief
that brings all in tandem to do away diffrences.

As the stars falls
As we began to fall
The piano starts to play
I want to play you
All the beautiful songs you should know
I want to tell you
All the beautiful things you should know

I like the being cold
And if it's hard to find
I can see it in your eyes

*oh

everything i remember is the back of your body
the shape, the eloquent elegant standing next door
painting full of prints, pastels
butterflies on top of the pollen
were we haunting down across the beautiful
scene of that picturesque
rainbow colors
garden that blooms
a cherry orchard petals
roses; cherish every moment from that illuminated light of your
deep brown eyes
lilac that puts on my shoulder to feel
as we waste our time
spending nights and days
all i ever heard was the lovely soft voice
found in you
so let's play
some more
and spend this happy jumpy
fever!