Is the road just winding
Or have you reached the end
What’s definite is change

That awaits around the bend
Is this just a chapter
Or maybe the whole book
Is there more to learn
On the path that others took

Only you can answer
The questions that you pose
And if the path ahead
Differs from the one you chose

we were star crossed lovers with so much plans for the future; our future; that future we imagined in our heads

with distance separating us, though he was always a call away 

he was like the butterfly in my garden; the only one who was able to grasp my attention 

so delicate, so beautiful yet so much.

while i was so little almost nothing at all like dust in the wind 

it was absurd to feel this much for someone whom i haven’t met for years

though i just couldn’t help but fall much deep into this endless loop of love and joy; the rarest bundle in existence 

and life has felt lightweight ever since. 

written by belle & rachit 

of my mother’s embrace

how tender, velvety, blissful that must be

i can barely recall the last time i was held

by such a fondness

pure and sweet

WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP

reconnect emotionally

to mind and spirit

from the reverie in which you live

and as the light starts to dim

and the white noise amplifies

you will soon forget to feel

the sensations familiar

the paraphernalia in your mind

reminds you of a life

you never had

and the central conceit

ceases to exist.

William Wordsworth - 1770-1850

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Vincent 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
   The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
   The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
   Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
   And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
   The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
   And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
   The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
   He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
   Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
   He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
   And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Evonnie

 

As cool as the sun

Looks like Crayola has finally begun

To realize there is no need for red

Because they have the color orange instead

 

The mix of red and yellow the same

Who can complain or retain,

The fun feeling I can’t explain

When I use the color orange

For the sake of oranges remain (could not think of anything else lol)

 

All we have been through

Leads to one conclude

That we all need a color 

To make a life come through

 

For me its color orange 

I hope you all agree

It’s a color for boys

But for some reason not for me

 

Its been my fav since I was three

Never saw it on a tree

Just felt it in my blood 

That this was the color for me

 

The color orange

As cool as the sun

Looks like Crayola has finally begun

To realize there is no need for red

Because they have the color orange instead

 

 

 

 

 

 

January ambers.

My heart burns there too

Eyes hazel and brown,

Hair lushes and long.

My heart burns there too. 

The smell of his cologne, 

A hint of mint and wood.

My heart burns there too.

I hope you understand,

That wherever you are,

My heart burns there too. 
-E 8

And im going like the titanic

Eyes hazel, sweet and dynamic

And im going down like the titanic

Eyes red, vast and volcanic

But im going down like the titanic

Eyes yellow, shining and diming

And im going down like the titianic

Eyes white, calm and angelic 

But im going down like the titanic

I hope you know that it's not always happy in my head
'Cause I don't know
The perfect road to go down
But I know

I'm trying my best
I'm trying my best to be okay
I'm trying my best but every day it's so hard

And I'm holding my breath
I'm holding my breath 'til I can say
All of the words I wanna say from my heart