lonelynature

lonelynature

NH

16 years old

Posts

  • all the same

    It goes like this, as it is the truth,

    but we snap our mouths shut as people smile and agree,

    Good riddance the crowd says, while we don’t speak a word.

     

  • memory

    The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.

    You haven’t been here in years.

    You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,

    Everything looks weirdly the exact same,

  • ember

    They come out of nowhere,

    people rising up from the ashes,

    no coordination, no plan in place,

    just people who, at the same time, spread all over,

  • puppet

    They are smiling,

    Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,

    They are listening,

    Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,

    They are happy,

Loves

  • A Loss of Hope

    i sit on the classroom floor.

    the room is dark and cold.

    i press my back against the wall.

    the door is barricaded with a chair.

    my teacher stands in front of it, as

  • Speechless

    I am speechless.

    All the bullshitting and lies 

    from our government.

    OUR government.

    They say that they are protecting us.

    That's not what I see,

    "Don't believe your eyes."

  • future

    I am scared

    Because my best friend is not ok anymore and is moving across the country

    Because I don’t know if I will succeed in college and I ignored so many things on my to-do list

  • Can't we love?

    Why can’t we all just love each other?

    Why does there have to be so much hate?

    Can we ever learn to trust and accept those who are not like us or believe different things?

  • Poetry

    By LGC

    How

    How do we live 

    Knowing others cannot?

    How do we breathe 

    Knowing our comfort is at the hands of hidden devastation?

    How do we laugh

    when all around us Tears seem to be the only logical response?

  • We All Bleed

    Blood spills onto our streets too much.

    The streets were once safely kept

    but now they're permanently stained

    with cries, sirens, and death. 

     

    The harrowing cold of the family house,