Riding public transport and conversing, and yet there is nobody.
Sometimes it is the worst feeling ever,
like when your mother comes home and tells
stories about people at work that you
don’t know and don’t care about, that
you want to drown in your emptiness.
The burden of these thoughts weighs
heavy on your mind and yet the
ones you love are the ones who hate you the most.
Your smell still lingers around my apartment, and I
can’t help thinking of you; it slips my mind and I am
again sitting on the floor, helplessly trying
to breathe, to
think of something else, to forget.
Everything keeps coming back to reminders of you.
I turn my light off to sleep unsuccessfully.
We think we have time,
But really we don’t.
Thought I’d see you again at grandma’s,
tell you how much I’ve grown.
Thinking that we still got time on our side.
Sometimes I wonder if I had just stood up
and taken the phone just to say “I love you” one last time.
Would it have made a difference?
“I wonder…Just an I love you, get better soon.
Would it have made you fight longer?”
I carry that thought with me each day.
Why can’t I forgive myself for what I did that day .
The day I saw you in that casket, I thought “that isn’t you!”
I cried to my mom “what happened? I don’t know him.”
It had seemed like it was a joke but it wasn’t.
I wish it was though.
It would be a Blessing just to even hear your voice.
Time makes it seem like I would never lose you. But I did
Creates an illusion that we still have it on our side but we don’t.
Time is a silent thief and the funniest part is we never see it coming.
Chef is the best
Queen Barb is my favourite
Queen Creek and the Beasties are boring
and Velvet and Veneer are so cute!
Noche buena with an endless bright
Oh starry night, carrying a light
Our love for each other with all our might
Everything is gonna be alright
The birth of Christ is so important
So this celebration is vibrant
Designs at home, are done elegantly
Has banquet too, which is so pleasant
Music in the air which is lovely
As the people dance so lively
Everyone is laughing so purely
So dance like you’re a bird so freely
I learned a lot of things from this year
Simple things, and family is near
Hearing beautiful words in my ears
Oh something’s in my eye, they are tears
Roblox, a world of endless fun,
Where games and dreams are all begun.
Build your world, or race the track,
Create, explore, no looking back.
From obbys tall to tycoons grand,
With friends beside, you take a stand.
Every game a new surprise,
Imagination never dies.
Avatars with style and flair,
A place where all can truly share.
From blocks to battles, endless play,
In Roblox, we are free to sway.
So jump right in, the world is wide,
With Roblox, adventure’s just a click away.
A universe built by all who dare,
In this game, there’s magic everywhere.
Your life could be a million things,
It’s just luck that you live somewhere nice.
It’s not fair. It’s not easy.
Some die hungry, some die happy
and some just want everyone to get along.
We live in a world where most people aren’t happy
about how things are
and the others are selfish
and take more than what they need.
This is the world we live in
and there’s nothing we can do about it
except to be grateful for what you have.
A vast meander of pine, drenched in a decorative design.
Branches spread out far and wide, people swallowing their pride.
Inside sighed as darkness tried but couldn’t be supplied.
Light denied as children cried for the light implied.
Folks engulfed the mossy mountain of timberland.
A fountain of flame and faithfulness;
The peak – golden – as a celestial body consumes the surroundings.
Silence.
Everybody, from the white desert diverted to the depths of Alaska.
Silence.
Wintertime harmonies are dispersed as Christmas is rehearsed.
Cursed family gather, deeply immersed in the spirit.
Hear it, the light and lyric of giving, forgiving and living.
Treasure it – alongside those who you love.
The day after you pass
is the day your phone stays on the charger
Your bed is still a mess
Your room is still messy
Your cat is still around
Your best friends are still sad
You still roam around as a ghost
Your brother still wonders where you went
Your sister still calls your phone
just to hear your voicemail
After you take your life it will be like this
and mom just cares about getting justice for you
My parents didn’t teach me love.
I learned it from the silence.
My mother never asked why my eyes were red.
My father only noticed me when I made a mistake.
I learned to hug myself when no one else did,
to whisper to myself, “It’s okay.”
I learned to be quiet when the house was too loud,
and wipe my own tears when their words cut too deep.
I held my own hand when the world felt too heavy.
I taught myself to survive in a house
that never felt like home.
I survived —
but at what cost?