I've always thought our love was like a big fire
And maybe it was

Yours being the flames
that set our love ablaze
I was too mesmerized by your embers
that I didn't notice that
we're already both burning

Your embers kept getting smaller and smaller
as water interfered
And next thing I know, your fire's out
Leaving everything a big charred mess

It pains me to think
that my love's the smoke
that's still there even after you're gone

But I'm fine, *I will someday rise to the skies

My track record with losing people is just outstanding,
First I them in then I push them away,
Then I try to get them back,
Which never works because it's always,
Late

We name the oceans
We tame the lands
Encasing what was
In what we want it to be
We count every second
We pair up stars
We chain them together
And chase after skies
We want the world
To be all for ourselves
But we keep forgetting
That oceans are living
That lands have heartbeats
And stars like to fly
We are control freaks
Chasing over things
We could never control
In hopes to feel
A little less lost.

Wandering down the highway
Which has been abandoned for decades
A bridge by the water, bruised and beaten down
For Mother Nature has shown her wrath, but it stands tall still

Rigid and rough, the road claws at my shoes
Cracks and small openings line the sides
Is it still safe to cross? Hopefully
Once I had crossed, something caught my eye

Resting on the beach front was a small cabin
Equipped with a dock and fair sized fishing boat
I was relieved at this sight, as I had been searching for life for weeks
Many have died in wake of the recent attacks, but some still stand

Parts of our country remained unscathed, but not many
I dashed to the door to see if anyone was there
And yes, an answer!
"Hello!" I said, "I survived too!"

The man opened the door cautiously
He stopped for a breath, then said,
"You're a very lucky man, but I have news for you."
I pondered what it could possibly be?

He then said,"The nation is in tatters. We lost the war."
I froze with fear, I knew what was coming
The enemy was approaching, and there was nothing we could do
All we did from there is wait, waiting for what fate had for us.

My heart won't tell that
The time flee as I am with
You, something special
As the heat rises in funnel

My heart won't tell that
The most perfect person for me
Is you, something fulfilling
As the sound comes from the engine

My heart would jump in joy
As I spend every second
With all my slow breathe as toy
Clearing the mist as I jog

My heart would admire you ,
For you, the imperfection of all solids
With all my sorrows, ****** by you
Here I say, I love you!

I have loved him the most I’ve loved anyone
daringly
unreasonably
carefully
softly
I’ve loved him like the colors you can’t see
I want him so much
but I hate his guts
He’s tried to make a soft girl out of a mad girl
I’ve hated him the most I’ve hated anyone
Wildly
Savagely
Harshly
Manipulatively

isn't it thrilling to wonder what would happen
to you in the next few days? thinking who would make you laugh, how many hearts would be broken, where will your wandering feet would take you, who are you going to meet that would make you write midnight poems about.

This is not a poem, just letting you know.

Do I believe in a god?
The short answer: not really.

    Now, allow me to expand. I can't believe in a god anymore. Evolution is very understandable, if you really open your mind to it. The idea isn't that humans evolved directly from monkeys, but that monkeys and humans share a common ancestor. Other than that, according to the bible, Earth is a lot younger than is reasonable; scientists are able to test dirt, and rock, to date the age of our planet. Many Christians believe the earth to be only 6000 - 15000 years old. That is ridiculous. By testing ancient rock in Australia, scientists have determined that Earth is probably around 4.54 billion years old.

    Another scientific reason that I believe God, and religion, is probably malarkey, is that there isn't a single speck of proof. Supposed miracles aren't proof. Faith is not proof. There is NO proof. Also, the fact that scientists can strip down most anything and look at the chemicals and other substances that make it up seems to go against the idea that an all-powerful, perfect creator poofed everything into existence. Scientists are able to explain how everything happens - gravity, orbiting, radiation, etc.

    If it was all created by a magical being, I think it'd be impossible to analyze and pick apart the way we've managed to. We've managed to cure diseases, increase life spans, and do remarkable things with science, and yet it is all dismissed. There are more scientific reasons I don't believe, but let's move on.

    I also have ethical objections; I don't believe that an "all-loving" god would subject young children to cancer, ravage innocent people with natural disasters, or **** a bunch of Egyptian adults/children because the pharaoh refuses to listen to God. That's right, I'm citing Exodus 11:5, when God proclaims that all first-born sons will die if the pharaoh will not allow the Jewish people to leave.

    I don't understand how an all-loving god would allow ******, ****, and other atrocities. I don't understand why an all-loving god would create some of his children as homosexuals only to **** them for something that they cannot alter. I don't understand why an all-loving god would proclaim women as inferior, and say that slaves must be obedient to their masters. I believe that we are at a point, as the human species, that these things and whether they're ethical is being brought to the fore-front of discussion.

    Quite simply: I don't believe in God. I can't anymore, and I refuse to even entertain the idea. If there is a god, he is either cruel, or very detached and nonchalant. Others may believe as they want, but I believe that the wrong type of religious people are holding us back as a species; preaching hate, delivering scripture meant to inferiorate and belittle people with differences. If religion can alter itself, and become more facilitating, more loving, more encouraging, then perhaps it will no longer hold us back.

    But right now, it is. And that's MY belief.

I looked at the time, it was seven o'clock,
we were having a party and I was in my best frock.
We were partying away - my friends and I -
dancing around in the moonlit sky.

Drinking away I was starting to feel funny,
when my friend Harry said to me "come in, honey".
Drunk, I followed - I trusted him dearly.
He was going to look after me, I could see it clearly.

But soon I found out that he actually wanted me,
and as he got on top of me, darkness was all I could see.
He lifted up my dress and pulled down my knickers,
and as he did what he had to do, all I could taste in my mouth were liquors.

I told him "no" and told him to stop fiercely,
but instead he carried on and laughed in my ear harshly.
He ****** himself deeper inside,
as he chose to ignore my cries.

I couldn't push him off, he was too heavy,
all colour drained from my face and I began to feel empty.
He was high on drugs and alcohol fuelled,
and he carried on throughout the night until he was fulfilled.

The next day I woke up ****** and feeling *****,
I was covered in bruises and I was full of worry.
My lipstick was smeared and my hair full of knots,
and on my body there were scratches - lots and lots.

Now I'm sitting here three months on,
I've been dealing with this pain alone for far too long.
I swallow the hundreds of pills I've saved up,
and wash them down with alcohol from the drinking cup.