Inmensa caja de cristal, me he de sentar a tu costado con devoción, a escribirte poemas en las rocas.
Las mismas que se moldean a tu antojo.
Te he de acariciar la sal que porta tu aroma, y besar cada gaviota que vuela en tus tierras.
Recorro tu cuerpo, hipnotizado por los colores, la serenidad y la fuerza que posee tu himno.
Toma mi alma, vuélvela azul. Permíteme ser el que escriba tu llanto en las noches, y las poesías en el día.

Dear Math,
I wrote this letter to let you know how I feel about you. The thing is much as you love me so much, we can never be an Item when all you do is torture my brain and break my heart.
You claim to be a linguist, yet you know none of my languages. You don't know Kiswahili neither do you know English and only speak Algebra and statistics...I loathe you for all you do is play on my mind with words like Sigma and Meu, factorial and co-factor.You claim you want to be the only one but still ask me to find your X without even telling me Y.Well, grow up and solve your own problems because I'm tired of solving them for you.Just walk out of my life forever and not temporarily like the dew. You have hurt me enough with razors of matrices, pinched me simultaneously and never asked me whether I believed in your ancient beliefs like those of Pythagoras or not. We were never meant to be. I found a new one, her name is literature and she loves me so much.I won't apologize for saying I hate you because It's unfair apologizing for saying the truth.
Yours with anger

Everybody gets to be a winner
The greatest lie they ever sold to my generation
No ****
Who likes to lose?
But the biggest lie is that handing trophies out to kids
Makes them entitled
Everyone wants to win, the right way.
Competition is in the soul...
You can't take that from me
Sorry to burst your bubble
but competition is our soul
It's our
inalienable right
Whether we get a trophy to mark our season of playing
Or for our esteem it does not make me who I am.
In fact me and my generation don't compete for ******* pieces of Tin or Plastic
For us it's a different plane
Next time please do not point at a trophy
And sum up my(our) whole existence
You already had your shot.

Have you ever said you were board than someone says save them you might need them later to build a house then you say ******* I have it's not fun tho..

I wish,
            That on this day...
All sins,
                 Be washed away.
Let freedom reign.
Peace on earth, and to the Kingdom.
                           **in our hearts

by Arcassin Burnham


L- lets me know that i could be me,
I- i know that i'll show a little empathy,
Z- zello st. makes me think of her,
Z- zebras run free everytime her name is heard,
Y- you complete me girl, you get the whole virtue,

complex beauty like an astalian,
letters tapped on my head,
i hope you like a challenge,
U and I popped up instead.

Make a change they say
Do is different but change must come
The beauty of the world still alive
And the human race still kind
But it has its devious twists

Where are we on the map?
Next to the bombing, the shooting,
And the suicide
That’s how we’ll find each other
Tragedy scatters on a map of the world
Like a shotgun blast delivered from the moon

Make a change they say
Do is different but change must come
At our fingertips; endlessness
More information than benefits
And we spread our wings to explore
For hours without knowing another’s face

Is there more power in a blog
Than a marching army of belief?
Oh, the inspiration we stir while
It’s easier to share than to be
The change we want to see
Is this the future?
Or is it digression?

The real world is dying and no one understands why,
maybe because we are raised by the internet,
inspired by illusions,
focused on filters,
and think hollywood is the sky.

No time to look each other in the eye and talk about your perspective on life,

you only know how much they loved you when you die
#RIP