I don't have anything to pray for God you are making me speechless more Today, the waves of regret is missing on shore I'm happy, nothing's there to abhor Life is so so so beautifully decor I am feeling like mermaid ,I adore
I don't have anything to pray for, You have provide me everything before, My friends are there outside the door Playing and cracking jokes , no sore My family is the bestest gift you gave for I'm excelling that's a good conquer
I don't have anything to pray for When hope was missing and sadness uproar You bought the sun of glory and therefore I accept failures as my friends, better then before I don't know how to thank you god I think this is the gift of the kindness that I showed
All they see Is, The me who knows biology And science stuff.
All they see Is, The me who knows nothing about art Or humanity.
..the me who's in her teenage years.
I wish they want to see me as more than that, really.
The laughed at me when I told them my ambition, My dream job: "I want to be an author."
My dreams and hopes. . .
I just want to see a better world, Where Young boys and girls have their chances to speak their minds; Where their opinions are being considered; Or at least, Respected.
I just had to write this when I realized how much of our society don't even take fresh and/or good ideas just because they are "from teens". It really makes me wonder if we (teenagers) are really going to be "tomorrow's leader", like they say it in speeches and ads :/
"you throw like a girl" "you run like a girl" i'm not belittled nor ashamed by this comment as it show us that men and boys will repent i am not implying that girls and women do not diminish theirself but I am telling you we will fight in good and bad health do you know what G. I.R.L stands for? g is for Glamorous, I is for intelligent, r is for respected and l is for lifeform so if I throw like a girl I'm honored and so should you.
He sits alone and in silence Atop the silver birch High above the forest floor
Watching with attentive eyes As moonlight flirts playfully, Shadow dancing among the many Silver branches
At the heart of the forest, The brook chatters endlessly Of adventures through mountains So high their peaks are lost in ****** clouds, of underground Rivers raging unseen beneath Valleys filled with first Spring lilies
The weary critters gather To lap at cool waters, Ignoring the incessant babble As they keep a wary eye On lurking shadows
High above, his sharp eyes Glimpse outlines in the darkness, Hidden shapes imitating bush And fern, almost motionless Yet moving
He utters a single sound, A whisper barely audible Above the ceaseless chatter Of the brook
The hunters arrive and Sniff the air, traces of Prey still lingering, But the trail grows cold
The brook continues to regale The night air with tales