Earth is dying and so are we. There’s no doubt about it.
If you think otherwise, then, you are just a rat trying to justify stealing from the poor man’s cupboard.
We denounce the government but are we even doing anything to save our home?
I despise you. I despise me. For even if I did all the ranting in the world, nothing will ever be accomplished.
What has your words done for the world today? What has your letters done for the animals suffering on this round landmine?
Everything that we do strips our home of it’s rights. The right to be properly taken care of. The right to be beautiful. The right to live.
If people are allowed to destroy Mother Nature, then, is Mother Nature allowe...
It’s been a while. 4 years have passed and everything is as chaotic as it was before. Probably even more so.
What have I been doing. Well, nothing to brag about that’s for sure. I still live in misery.
I do miss some of my younger years but I definitely don’t regret them.
Am I becoming old or am I just going senile? I think I’m both.
Life and me just don’t get along very well. We certainly don’t well together.
I still hate my life and always will. But I guess, the sentiments are the same.
A scribble here,
A scribble there.
I cannot think,
I cannot pour out the words that are waiting to be seen and heard.
My mind is pounding,
Pounding as if thousands of drums have gathered in my head.
Bong, bong, bong, bong!
Oh why can I not express all the feelings that are gathered in my heart.
It's like a dam has formed inside my brain
And blocked all the flow of words that want to be written.
Love is something to be pondered upon.
It is something one must truly think about.
One cannot just simply "go into it",
Oh no, it is more complicated than that.
Love has its consequences and its rewards.
It can either create your castle of contentment,
Or destroy everything that you have always deemed to be true.
Love does not come nor go.
It does not command nor ask gently.
It will not hold back just because you're not ready,
Nor will it push you towards it.
Love has no form nor the ability to whisper your desires.
Through the years people take risks for Love,
And they either come back scarred or don't come back at all.
Love is truly a mischievous and contradicting alien,
Tomorrow's another day,
A day when I get to spend it with friends.
We'll have a blast!
There will be no worries about the past!
We're sure to have fun,
Yes, you can bet on that one
Because once the gang meets up,
Adventures are sure to fill our cup.
Dear Ghost-of-a Dad,
It has been years since we last met. I was still that small girl with the crazy hair and mismatched clothes though I didn't really care because all I wanted was to see you and be with you everyday. You made a promise. A promise that you made with me. You promised me that we would always have the years, the months, the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds, and every moment we will spend together. You would reassure me with a kiss on the forehead and a hug as big as the sun. You would carry me on your back and make me laugh all throughout the times we were together. I thought it was forever but just like my crazy hair and mismatched clothes, Time would always remind...