October 2, 2019
Morning
You open your eyes
Looking up to the sky
The orange sky turning to blue
Creating a purple hue
The clouds in the sky look like fresh cotton candy
The sky smiling down on you, happy and dandy.
You turn towards the east, to see the blinding sun
Feeling at peace with yourself, feeling like the only one
You put your hand out to cover the light
Turn towards the west, you see the moon of the night
The grass beneath your body feels like a prickly bed
With a patch of dandelions as a pillow for your head.
You wish everyday could begin like this
Unlike that feeling you get before work, like an empty abyss.
You dread the morning, even though it’s beautiful
Because of that 7 hour shift, that makes the day pitiful.
All you want is to enjoy a morning like that
But instead you're at your table, which is where you sat.
You imagine that morning, of what it feels like
Being free, like a string less kite.
But instead you ride that awful bus to work
And work for your boss, who is the biggest jerk.
No matter how many times you go through a stressful day, however
That morning will still be there, no matter the weather.
Though the clouds may cover it, it's really there
Right above those clouds, in fresh, crisp air.
So don’t let anything discourage you from not seeing that morning
Push past those hateful comments, in an act called ignoring.
You can overcome anything
As long as you follow the song that your heart will always sing.
You open your eyes
Looking up to the sky
The orange sky turning to blue
Creating a purple hue
The clouds in the sky look like fresh cotton candy
The sky smiling down on you, happy and dandy.
You turn towards the east, to see the blinding sun
Feeling at peace with yourself, feeling like the only one
You put your hand out to cover the light
Turn towards the west, you see the moon of the night
The grass beneath your body feels like a prickly bed
With a patch of dandelions as a pillow for your head.
You wish everyday could begin like this
Unlike that feeling you get before work, like an empty abyss.
You dread the morning, even though it’s beautiful
Because of that 7 hour shift, that makes the day pitiful.
All you want is to enjoy a morning like that
But instead you're at your table, which is where you sat.
You imagine that morning, of what it feels like
Being free, like a string less kite.
But instead you ride that awful bus to work
And work for your boss, who is the biggest jerk.
No matter how many times you go through a stressful day, however
That morning will still be there, no matter the weather.
Though the clouds may cover it, it's really there
Right above those clouds, in fresh, crisp air.
So don’t let anything discourage you from not seeing that morning
Push past those hateful comments, in an act called ignoring.
You can overcome anything
As long as you follow the song that your heart will always sing.
September 24, 2019
The Lost Girl By Leilani Rockwell
I am the Lost Girl. No one, not even the ones I care for the most, can see me. I am here, drifting among my own realm, drifting across my own place. Yet no one can see me. This feeling that I get inside leaves me empty, yet it boils in my veins and pumping through my heart. I want them to see me. I want them to hear me. I want to be free. But instead, I sit here all alone in this cold, empty world, being the last person here. I look around at this world and it is bright and full of life. How could they do this to this world? Why would they do this to this world? Why would they do this to me? Why would they make a small girl like me, the last person to exist here? Oh. I see. I understand all very well now. I am alone in this world because I am this world, not just any other citizen that formerly lived here, but the world itself. I am the last one because everybody else left me. They left me in search of another world worthy of them to live on, in fear that I was far to damaged to be fixed and far to angry for them to live here. I am not angry at them, I shall never be. They are the people of my world, the people of my creation. Yet when I show the change that they have been showing me for centuries, they want to leave me because they believe I am ugly. They believe that me restarting a country's economic system is ugly. But I've noticed that they have done something uglier. They have blown off pieces of my skin, killed others of their same kind, dug into my heart and stolen from it. So looking back now, I realize that I am no longer angry, but happy. I finally get relief from them hurting me. I finally get relief from the humans hurting me. I finally get to be the planet I wanted to be. I am the Lost Girl. I am Earth...
I am the Lost Girl. No one, not even the ones I care for the most, can see me. I am here, drifting among my own realm, drifting across my own place. Yet no one can see me. This feeling that I get inside leaves me empty, yet it boils in my veins and pumping through my heart. I want them to see me. I want them to hear me. I want to be free. But instead, I sit here all alone in this cold, empty world, being the last person here. I look around at this world and it is bright and full of life. How could they do this to this world? Why would they do this to this world? Why would they do this to me? Why would they make a small girl like me, the last person to exist here? Oh. I see. I understand all very well now. I am alone in this world because I am this world, not just any other citizen that formerly lived here, but the world itself. I am the last one because everybody else left me. They left me in search of another world worthy of them to live on, in fear that I was far to damaged to be fixed and far to angry for them to live here. I am not angry at them, I shall never be. They are the people of my world, the people of my creation. Yet when I show the change that they have been showing me for centuries, they want to leave me because they believe I am ugly. They believe that me restarting a country's economic system is ugly. But I've noticed that they have done something uglier. They have blown off pieces of my skin, killed others of their same kind, dug into my heart and stolen from it. So looking back now, I realize that I am no longer angry, but happy. I finally get relief from them hurting me. I finally get relief from the humans hurting me. I finally get to be the planet I wanted to be. I am the Lost Girl. I am Earth...