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Many fear you, but I find comfort in your dark endless feel

To be alone with your mind at such an hour can help

Your thoughts organize themselves into good and bad.

It’s just me, myself, and I in a room I know all too well.

No one comes knocking with dishes that need doing

Or with animals that need walks or clothes that need folding.

From 11 to 6 there is this silent peace is the world that

No one pays attention to-those hours due to the sleep

We all succumb to due to the day’s work mere hours earlier.

In those hours society expects nothing from you.

Those are the few hours you are truly free to do what you wish.

You hold more secrets than the universe holds stars:

Secrets between lovers, and conversations with friends

That will never see the light of day.

I can thank you for the open door to creative works that come

From the loneliness you bring.

People say they change when you come, but I think they feel more free when the sun goes down and

You lift the pressure of daily expectations,

You offer a sort of freedom when the city sleeps and

Only few dare to wander the streets

In fear of those who don’t.

You are the lonely person’s love

And the couple’s cover.

People use your acceptance to hide what they do

From the accusing light of day.

So many compliment your beauty

But don’t stay awake to truly admire you.

Then the sun rises and those who slept

Wake to the sun’s warm embrace and

Those who didn’t excitedly await

Your next arrival.

 

Anderson HS

10

Now her thoughts were way too deep,

Way too deep to fall asleep.

Her mind had gone out for a stroll,

And fallen down the rabbit hole.

She had run far away from me,

Worst part is she had the key.

The key to open back up the hole,

Yes! That was my ultimate goal.

A white rabbit came and said to me,

You’re late, you’re late, you’re late for tea!

I followed him there,

To tea you see.

And what he showed had scarred me,

Alices head was cut clean off,

Guess she would have no more thoughts.

No reason to go out for a stroll,

And then fall down the rabbit hole.

Life will not always be a pretty picture, life is sometimes filled with great conflicts that bring chaos into our world these conflicts are sometimes created by people that are sometimes misled. These people are sometimes confused and troubled, these people are at times filled with hate, and anger over lost loved ones and more so are filled with fear. Fear is the devil himself waiting to see you fail. He is waiting to see you give up, he is waiting to take the life and soul that God created for you. You must conquer your fears, for fear will get you nowhere, trust your instincts, Embrace the life that God has given you. Embrace your family, Embrace your environment and surroundings, Embrace your friends but keep your friends close and your enemies closer. For sometimes your enemies will sometimes led you to the truth and your inner peace. Who is the wisest man is it the one who fights for unwise and greedy reasons. Or is it the one who fights for justice, honesty and truth for his family. The wisest man is the one that will do absolutely anything to protect his family, he is the one that may be average but he is not afraid to stand up for himself and for his family. A real man stands up for himself and a real man will also stand up for others. In order to conquer your fears and hate you must learn to forgive and let go of what happened in the past. You must also learn to forgive the ones that caused great pain for you and betrayed you. You must learn to Embrace God and the things he has created for you. Embrace and cling to your future let go of what happened in the past, for the past might have been bad for you but your past does not make you who you are. Although you may not see it but in the eyes of God you are a great person, it is never too late to mend your ways. Know that despite all the horrible things you did that were wrong. If you yourself admit to God that what you did was wrong, God will forgive you, but you yourself must learn to forgive yourself and know that there is good in you and in the eyes of God as well. Every mortal on this earth is responsible for their own destiny, you are who you choose to be, cherish your life for it does have meaning in it. You may not at first discover your importance but God will help you discover who you are. More so he will help you to find your destiny, Embrace God and what he has given you, and God will be their to guide you on the right path of good.

His favorite painting was Starry Night.

Gazing at the bright yellow and white stars swirling into the dark blue night.

And you see I was those stars.

And he was the dark night sky.

Our colors beautifully blending together,

Contrasting in the most breathtaking way.

His dark blue brush strokes wrapped around my bright yellow ones.

Kissing every star making up the sky.

The sky made love to the stars.

Colors bleeding together with slight hints of light green.

We were a harmony of hues spreading across the canvas.

But time carried on.

Our colors fading and separating.

The sky was almost unrecognizable.

We were no longer the beautiful colors blending together in a harmony of hues that made the choice of the piece.

He no longer looked at me the way he looked at those stars.

I felt as if I were a cheap replica of a masterpiece

With too harsh of lines and color two shades too light.

He was no longer my sky.

The colors blended into a muddled mess.

We were no longer the masterpiece everyone awed at.

And that night that everything went down,

The arguing,

The anxiety,

The crying,

Because he wasn’t aware of the stars that waited patiently at his door.

Growing dimmer and dimmer with each missed call as I stood at his front door.

Each knock and ring of the doorbell gone unnoticed.

I was no longer his stars.

And after we said our goodbyes,

I sat back in my car.

Looking into the clear and starless night.

The good ol’ days

When naptime was the best time

You would always fall asleep to a nursery rhyme

And climbing trees would leave you with

Bruised skin and skinned knees

 

The good ol’ days

when everything was an adventure

You would always move the couches and all of the furniture

And play lava, build forts, and get into all

Sort of trouble

 

The good ol’ days

When your best friend was a teddy bear

You would take him to school and nobody would care

And now you’re learning how to share

And you think it’s not fair

For life to ever be this way

 

The good ol’ days

When it was plain and simple to see

That you didn’t have to worry about what you really wanted to be

Or what you wear

The color of your hair

Or even if you were allowed to swear

Where has the time gone?

 

The good ol’ days

I’m losing that sight

These colorful photos are turning to black and white

Those memories will soon fade

But oh how much I’d pay

To just go back to the good ol’ days

O’er the trees,
a glimmer of pink enters my view.
After that, the blazing orb that is the sun,
appears in the sky.

The wonder is incredible.
I am briefly stunned,
but continue on.
For I have long to go
‘fore dawn.

Traveling forward,
not staring back.
I am once again blown away.
A second glowing medallion,
the moon is full and perfect.

My destination suddenly seems,
so much less important.
I stop,
And take in nature’s paradise.

The air is crisp, and clean.
Nowhere in sight,
are signs of
human civilization.
That would ruin it all.

Outside the boundary,
where factories and houses loom,
life goes on.
But here, everything is paused,
and preserved.

No need to travel,
this is where I belong.
In nature,
In peace,
In wonderland.

 

Life without you is like my lungs with no oxygen; my blood bends blue– lifeless…
Dead without your love.
How can you possibly expect me to live with no air?
I need you as bad as my red blood cells need oxygen to bring nutrition to my muscles, organs, tissue, and skin.
My heart services two purposes: convert blue blood to red and to have a place to hold you in– your love.
But if your love is like oxygen then you got me breathless.