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If I had only three wishes, I would wish for peace in the world, no money to worry about and to never speak of girly things in the world.  I wish for money to disappear so that there would be no such thing as rich or poor and we would all trade and decide which trades are best for our own lives.  I would wish for peace in the world so there wouldn't be any wars at all and everyone would be friends with each other without girly things to judge who we are.  

I wish for goodness to happen and for world peace and courage so that each and every one of us would be proud of ourselves.  My third wish is that all sick people are cured and all poor people find a home so they can have a home like me.  I wrote these three wishes because wouldn't it be amazing to have every one of us proud, healthy and happy with smiles every day?  

My first wish is to bring back the ones that I love because I miss my family and pets who loved me and cared for me so much.  My second wish is world peace because I am sick of all the wars we have and losing friends and family. Lastly, I wish for no more bullying because bullying scares all of us even when we get bullied because your feelings get hurt and you feel sad.

My three wishes begins with me becoming a famous singer so that everyone would know who I am.  I also wish that the earth would never be trashed so the earth would be strong, happy and healthy.  Under the lakes and oceans, I wish I could be there as a mermaid and live with merpeople to swim swiftly and happily.

it's funny how the sun starts running through everyone's minds now spring has finally sprung and suddenly everyone can look up again instead of letting sleet subdue them shuffling through six inches of slush and now that things have begun again they can bring out their daughters and sons and start gardening while the wind wages wars and the streets again begin to thrum

all winter the dusk and the dawn were ditched for this dullness, just the death of the day and then, late, the light wearily crawling back into the sky (just at the edges of our sight since we never looked up) without ever not being dead anymore and giving us no guidance as we crawled out of bed still in the dark which is a terrible thing to do alone and what a terrible time to be alone at all, in the dark and the drear and the dread forgetting how not to be alone at all, how to be more than one

and what a time to start being not so much alone, in that tentative interval between the last snowmelt and the first buds and then you and the grass seeping up all Irish Green around our feet and the first crocuses and you and all the trees blooming at once, arms hung heavy with the temptation to out-flower each other and you under them my own temptation letting me glimpse how I tempted you too and letting it all just happen like the impossiblest truth like without the weight of winter I could look you in the eye and you liked what you saw and the world and all its impossibilities opened with the sky because we could see each other in the sun  Read more »

this is a piece of a poem thats kinda been floating around in my head but refusing to be formed for a while, and then it came to a head a few days ago. but i still can't write it!! i think maybe its a song.

I'm wondering why mountains must crumble.

Why wishes pinned to stars must tumble.

Why raindrops fall.

Cuz I've seen everything,

But with in my arms,

I've seen nothing at all.

 I still want to gather everyones experiences with bullying whether that was as a bully yourself (And you learned a lesson), a bystander, or a survivor. Below is an example from a short book so that you know what to write. I would like to take your writing and put it into a giant book to get published. It can be anonymous or say who the author was, its up to you. Please do this and once you have, message me and post it so I can gather it all. Thank you so muh ♥ No More Silence

              “I just had to write to you in regard to your item ‘Target’s that appeared in today’s (March 8) Inquirer,” wrote Ray Windsor of Lansdowne. I received several letters about that piece which concerned girl I knew in high school who was the victim of cruel and unrelenting ridicule because she was unattractive, uncool and unable to defend herself. That piece touched a chord in people, and I think Ray’s story will, too. Here it is.

“Back in high school I had to contend with many of the malicious deeds and taunts from my ‘fellow students,’ similar but different. With me, however, I was a victim of gross physical immaturity…I actually didn’t start shaving regularly until I was 25 or so. Read more »

I'm standing before the the start line,

Suddenly feeling the jitters.

"Runners, take your mark!"

I step foward, poised for the to lunge.

BANG!

The gun goes off,

All the runners launch themselves foward,

And the race begins. 

I weave in and out of a massive clump Read more »

         “Fiona! Fiona!” My eyes flashed open. “Fio--” Sorif stopped in my doorway, just realizing I didn’t get up as early as him. He looked down, ashamed. “Remember yesterday?” He continued, almost in a whisper. “You promised you would throw the frisbee with me.” I sighed. I had said that I would  but I hadn’t meant this early. Sorif had been given a new frisbee for his birthday. I pulled up the sleeve of my night gown where my watch was still strapped around my wrist. It had been so late by the time I got to bed last night I forgot to take it off. The morning light was dim, and I had to press the light on my watch: 7:45 AM. It was still pretty early but I was already awake so... 

        “Why don’t you go get the frisbee while I get dressed.” Sorif smiled, face radiating happiness, and skipped out of my room. I slid out of bed and  dressed.  Read more »