the stick
el to el 
so this is the end
lift
cant decide no
writing to air
by the bay
you
you can end zero




 

i just want to see how much of the story people have so   comment  down the story and waht you think of this game so far 

today 
seems different for some reason, 
the sky is brighter, the colors prettier, the forest herself, prettier, and so are the flowers. The sun is shining, I could bask in it forever. It looks like a beautiful mix of early dawn and noon. I love it, the sun is beaming off of some cars in the driveway of our school, and I know that I don't have to worry about my test results today because today is different. Actually, it's...

i wonder if it's just my imagination.
if it was only that single day.
just because i was talking about what we have in common.
that's probably it.
after all, why would he choose me?
and it's not like i like him.
no, i like someone else.
but still.
it felt nice to be choosen.
but it was all a mistake.

I sit in my room
and oh how i urn for you to stroke me
for you to hug me
for you'r presents to be near mine 
but at last I realize you'r not real
no matter how hard i try
you wont exist
you wont hug me
you wont stroke me.
but i can still,


                hope.
            I can hope.
           ...

call me arrogant but, when i started writing these poems,
i wanted to hurt you.
and when i started writing these poems
i decided i am more than allowed
to bestow upon you
all of the pain
you have given me.

and here on the edge of seventeen,
your dull eyes still stare back at me.
red rims, my own tingle with a phantom sting.
if only we were reflected in the water,
i could simply swipe you away.

angrily,...

i dream
i dream of a world of no war
no hate
no leaders
no need to fight

but i wake up

         and 
                 


                             relize
      




                                                   that





...

the stick
el to el 
so this is the end
lift
cant decide no
writing to air
by the bay
you
you can end zero




 

i just want to see how much of the story people have so   comment  down the story and waht you think of this game so far 

I sit in my room
and oh how i urn for you to stroke me
for you to hug me
for you'r presents to be near mine 
but at last I realize you'r not real
no matter how hard i try
you wont exist
you wont hug me
you wont stroke me.
but i can still,


                hope.
            I can hope.
           ...

i dream
i dream of a world of no war
no hate
no leaders
no need to fight

but i wake up

         and 
                 


                             relize
      




                                                   that





...

I dream about you
I do
I dream about you 
I don't
I dream about you
I will
I dream about you 
I wont

In the night you haunt
In the night you taunt
my dreams so sacred
now encased by our memories
and your face so clear yet just a blur

Your voice it echoes
like the wind that blows
and my emotions during the moon lit hours
ebb and flow

I dream about you
I do
I dream...

I dream about you
I do
I dream about you 
I don't
I dream about you
I will
I dream about you 
I wont

In the night you haunt
In the night you taunt
my dreams so sacred
now encased by our memories
and your face so clear yet just a blur

Your voice it echoes
like the wind that blows
and my emotions during the moon lit hours
ebb and flow

I dream about you
I do
I dream...

the only thing i feel like doing now is crying until i finally turn up dry. 
that day is far, far away. 

In the year 2017, I was baptized as a poet with my head buried in the sky, blessed in the name of the ink, the name of the muse & in the name of the blank sheet. 
ever since then, the wind calls out to my name in silence, kissing its echoes to my shadow. the pigeons' coo is a synonym for brightness, to remind the sun to dawn in orange colors.
rainfall became my favorite song, I would chorus...