The earth is slowly dying
To save it we have to try,
We need a solution to
Deal with polution
But it's too big a problem
We sigh,
So if we all join together
Everyone woman,  child and man
Recycle our tins
In green wheelie bins
And we'll save the world
Yes we can.

IAM SICK BUT GOING OUT IS NOT A GOOD SOLUTION,
THERE IS A LARE OF BLACK SMOKE,
HELL OF A POLUTION !!

I said that I kept a piece of myself tucked away saved for that special someone
That I wouldnt give my all to a boy that gave half and that maybe the essence of my essence wouldnt be his favorite perfume.
But I slipped and I fell and hit my head, becoming dellusional enough to think
that in me 16 years of existence I had found my once in a life time.
The need for you to love me held me under water gasping for air. I was drowning in you,
And I must have not read the warnings because I forgot my life vest
And even though I am in the middle of no where and it is a new moon the light polution from staring at my phone waiting for your call is making it impossible to see the stars.
I said I kept a piece of me.
But how do you argue that you are strong and independent when he takes your heart and shatters it and all you are left with is a ****** hand and the only thing you can do is fold.
Fold into paper origamis that are too complex and fragile for anyone to touch.
Anyone to touch but him.
To be touched by him would have saved me

Corrupted by the polution we visualise through our television screans.

Acting out sin as life because of the stage of immorality this world is in.

Exchanging love for lust because of the confusion soap dramas and movies bring.

Having unlawful urges convincing us to sin cause of the ****** they are said to bring.

Unknowingly chasing hell because it is hidden by short skirts and alcohol, the pleasures we indulge in.

Dieing every day.

Sining cause we know no other way.

Truelly all man have gone astray.

living makes me want to die
while the sound of the river keeps playing,

and my privilege will soon drown it out
as the river trickles down my ears,

but i keep hearing the same song.
I dance in the rain

people start to believe my lies
and I splash in a puddle.

i laugh with grief

there is no me anywhere, anymore
My clothes are soaked with protection.

I run and run and scream and play,
Waist deep in my little river,

it's thick
must be the polution

no one hears my calls or wishes.
I let myself float care free.

I hold my breath everyday
I feel it slosh in my brain

I won't wake up from this dream
I'm sinking

drip
drip

I hear the river stream
as it moves past my body
as it moves through my body

it goes on
     it goes on
          it goes on

what goes on when i can't?

drop
drop

silence.

Drowning in a lake, perhaps to be found or left behind
Feeding what remains with body and mind

Drowning in a pool, a body of chlorination and polution
For even in death the rich are fools and cannot recieve absolution

Drowning in the ocean, returning flesh to old kin
Returning body to the waters to feed whats within

global warmings changing it is getting worse
now the world we live in is nothing but a curse
atmosphere polluted. polluting all the air
all around the world polution it is there.

icebergs they are melting filling up the sea
polar bears and seals now no longer free
endangered by the planet changing oh fast
no one really knows how long that it will last.

nothing we can do nothing we can say
planet is polluted taking life away
we cant turn it round it is far to late
only mother nature will decide our fate

If the human race is a species
based on community for it's survival,
why are there mechanisms,
that make living together harder?

When mating and reproduction
is my basic,
animalistic task in life,
then why is there a feeling like embarrassment
or shame
that stops me,
freezes me in my tracks?
Preventing me from fufillment

If evolution is adaption to the enviroment
why is the system so inconvenient,
so complex and fragile, unintuitive
why am I so flawed?

Our survival measures can be as dangerous to us
as the threats they protect us from
Survival makes up most of our life
You either build up, maintain, protect or recover.
Happiness is not necessary part of that desgin,
desirable yet not crucial to the construct,
a mean to an end.

Why is there a build in conflict of interest
between my body and mind
so
me and myself?
What I need versus what I want?

What's the point
to all this complications,
to all this struggle?
My life is designed to end, sure
But then why make it so hard,
so easy to become miserable
and so hard to remain fulfilled?

Society is the logical answer to survivability
against nature.
But it's also feels like poison
Poison to my mind,
polution to my bones.

It's Earth Day.... A few lines straight from my heart....

ABOUT OUR EARTH; DO WE BOTHER???

Our Earth is burning, scorching, but who is  bothered; why bother; do we really care???

We discuss, argue, hold summits; but then mostly things are forgotten; do we really care???

Forests are cleared, trees chopped off in urban areas for construction of buildings; do we really care???

Polution increases, rain decreases, water shortage is acute; but there's hardly any action; do we really bother???

Sea levels are increasing, glaciers melting and decreasing; but how does it concern us; do we really bother???

Our grandchildren may have to carry portable oxygen; but that's really not our concern; about this, do we really bother???

BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE, LET'S PLANT ATLEAST ONE TREE OR A FEW POTTED PLANTS.

Armin Dutia Motashaw