Deep underground where secrets are fool,
Flowers are ocean blue surrounding water, a starry pool
They've heard wishes and dreams so quiet and serene,
Whispering quotes so quiet and unseen;

They've seen wars and deaths,
They are past, present, and future alike;

If only memories could fly they would've been gone a long time ago;

They've heard secrets and lies and repeat the sayings each time,
They have no beginning or end;

Never ever dead;

A garden of secrets unheard and untold,covered in scars they are getting old;

One day 5 are gone,
Then 4,
Then 3,
Then 2,
Until only 1 was left;

A girl, a child found the blossom and said words of the surface;
The sun, The waters;
Everything had a purpose

The last flower withered and died;

The  garden of secrets is gone;

The broken dreams and withered wishes;

Gone;

People grieve and cry,
But do not know that memories never disappear;
The seeds of the past, present, and future lay still dormant;

Serene,

Unseen;

They just need more secrets,
Wishes,
Dreams,
To grow.

A phantom came to me
One night,
And told me that I must
Repent for all
The lying I've
Done.
"Throw away the temptation,"
He'd say, "solve
Where you stand in the
Universe and
Tell the truth, for God's
Sake!"
By God as my holy witness,
I swore that I
Would.

The hurt in Mommy's eyes
Strengthened the guilt that
Ate away at my
Deceitful little
Heart.

Daddy was the smart one
In this tedious war
Erupting inside our
Family. He forged
Alliances first and
Managed to
Make Mom the
Enemy.

He turned his children
Into soldiers so he
Could master
Victory; his children
Were ****** and broken
On the battlefield, but
We still had one
Last battle.
I was the rebel force
That exposed the
Truth to the
Enemy, only now I
Realize the real enemy
Was my father.

As the cover was
Blown,
She was a whirlwind
Ready to destroy
Anything in her
Way.

Even after hearing
Their screams
From the comforts
Of a corner and
As they sang happy birthday
To me with one
Pitiful candle in an
Expired cake,
I knew that in this lifetime,
Turning twelve
Wasn't so great.

I am
just
a kid.

a kid
that you
have to
beat.

beat meat, beat meat,
beat meat,
today is
your turn
for a treat.

I used to go to bed at eight, and wake up at six.

I used to play hopscotch and leapfrog, and believe in magic tricks.

I think I've changed.

It's 2am

The back of my phone is hot

My eyes are burning and tired

My mind is wired

Tick

Come on kid!!
Come on kid!!
COME ON KID!!!!!!

(Wispers heavily)
" one, two, three, four, five, six, seven ,eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thriteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,twenty,twenty one, COME ON! twenty two, "

Over here!!! HERE!  OVER HERE!!

Yay!! It is summer holiday,
But we don't know how to spend our day,
Maybe go for a swim,
Or try to become slim,
How bout reading a book?,
Or try and become a cook,
Or else go out for ice cream,
Or ride a roller coaster and a scream,
I think going to active will be fun,
Or maybe going to Antarctica will be cool,
Or just sit in front of the tv and get board,
Or go out to the park and ride a skateboard,
Maybe spending time with friends and playing board games,
Or reading the newspapers about hue Olympic games,
There are lots of things to so is holiday,
And we won't even know that,
We have enjoyed,
The whole summer holiday!

There are so many bad things that are happening and I am getting irritated more quickly.
What if I told you that I would become famous. What if I told you that one day everyone will know what my name is. What if I told you that I can't seem to shake the shade. What if I told you that I no longer feel comfortable in this bed I made. What if I told you that you were right and what if I never saw the world and never came home at night?

I was in 7th grade when Sammie was born.
I remember someone walked into my classroom to give me the message,
that my very first niece had arrived.
I was so excited,
I almost cried.

Right after school my cousin rushed me to see her.
I remember she was so tiny,
I held her carefully in fear that I would break her.
She was the cutest little thing I had ever seen.
She even smiled at me.

She was premature,
so there were a few things that needed to be done.
She was a little sick and ended up staying in the hospital for awhile,
and because she was born only three days before my birthday,
I spent my 13th birthday with her in the hospital room.

I didn't mind spending my time there.
I loved seeing her sweet little face.
Although I hated when she'd cry,
and we weren't allowed to comfort her.
She was so beautiful and fragile.

Before I knew it,
she started growing.
She started out as a baby who just slept all the time,
and turned into a crazy toddler,
who often walked into my room and stole my breakfast every morning.

When she started to talk,
she began calling me "Mamber".
She couldn't say Amber without an M at the beginning,
but I didn't try correcting her.
I loved it.

Suddenly she was 5 years old.
She started talking like a little adult,
and she'd sing along to all my favorite songs with me.
She would sometimes push my buttons just for a good laugh,
but I wouldn't change a thing.

When she turned 7,
we realized she was a little different than most kids.
She had fears,
similar to the ones I struggle with as an adult,
and she could barely function because of those fears.

We realized she had anxiety and OCD.
To think that my sweet little niece had to carry such a heavy weight,
broke my heart into pieces.
I've felt the power of anxiety,
and I know the pain that comes with it.

Thankfully,
we found a way to help her cope,
and she no longer suffered as badly.
A fear here and there would pop up along the way,
but nothing abnormal like before.

She's now 8 years old,
but she likes to pretend she's 18.
She tells me she wants to call me Amber now,
and I refuse to let her.
I think it'll break my heart if she does.

She looks around my room,
and admires the paintings and drawings I've done,
and tells me that when she's big she wants to do things like I do.
I tell her that when she gets big,
she can do anything she wants to.

I never knew I could love a little human being so much.
Sometimes I pick her up and squeeze her,
just to tell her that she has got to stop growing up so fast.
She tells me she wants to be big,
and that being little isn't fun.

I know she will grow up,
regardless of how much I want her to stay small,
but there's one thing I will never stop teaching her.
I will relay it in her mind,
until it sticks with her.

I will tell her:
Keep that child-like spirit.
Be a kid at heart,
always.
And never let the world convince you to grow up too fast.

I love my Sammie.
She will always be little in my eyes.
Even when she's the age I am right now,
I will always see that little curly headed girl,
with the bright hazel eyes..

so ready to conquer the world.

<3