I've been watching you
For some time
Can't stop staring
At those oceans eyes
Burning cities
And napalm skies
Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes
Your ocean eyes

No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you gimme those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high
Falling into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes

No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you gimme those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high
Falling into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes

-ocean eyes, Billie Eilish

 

bitter words
bitter words
clash without end.
as friends become enemies,
and enemies become friends.
angered voices
scream out what they think to be true.
only one side to pick,
one side will lose.
long quiet enemies,
rise from the dark.
expecting to win
but not making their mark.
determined friends
will fight 'till the end.
with their hearts filled with hope
that the broken will mend.
cast away leaders
whose faith never died.
a ocean of tears
is less then they've cried.
the reason for loss
the root of the pain
is nothing compared 
to the heartless's bane.

This is dedicated to two of my friends, urging them to persist, and fight against all of the injustices that threaten our world.
Do not let them hurt you,
though their words cut like rusted knives
though their eyes bore like daggers.
Do not let them hurt you,
Though the names they call you to sting like needles
and the pains they cause you tear like claws.
Do not let them hurt you,
though their expectations pelt you like stones
though their thoughts beat you like fists.
Do not let them hurt you,
because your family will stand by you with determination
and your friends will stand by you with dignity. 
Do not let them hurt you,
because the only ones they are hurting,
are themselves. 

This is dedicated to two of my friends, urging them to persist, and fight against all of the injustices that threaten our world.
Do not let them hurt you,
though their words cut like rusted knives
though their eyes bore like daggers.
Do not let them hurt you,
Though the names they call you to sting like needles
and the pains they cause you tear like claws.
Do not let them hurt you,
though their expectations pelt you like stones
though their thoughts beat you like fists.
Do not let them hurt you,
because your family will stand by you with determination
and your friends will stand by you with dignity. 
Do not let them hurt you,
because the only ones they are hurting,
are themselves. 

the brilliant blue color of the sky stretches out above me, flecked with clouds. The wind whips the bright green leaves around behind me and the sturdy branches that hold me up wobble only the slightest as I crouch above them. The golden sunlight fills the air around me with bright colors. I have lived in the trees all my life, and I have never known anything else but forest. I have known nothing but the sweet bird songs and bitter winters. I have known nothing but the frozen lakes of winter and warm breezes of spring. I have known nothing but the multicolored leaves gracefully fluttering down to greet me. I have known nothing but this forest. I have known nothing but these trees. I have known nothing but these animals. I have known nothing but the wind. I have known nothing but the wild.

I stand
watching as the wind wissels and whips past my window frame.
The bugs are out today,
I can tell by thier Buazzing and Buauauzing.
I think slowly about the day that has passed.
the troubles, the woubles,
my cat sofly mews as she takes her perch on my head,
licking my earlobe afctionatly, as if to reasure me,
that everything will be okay.
I have a plan. 
But instead of reasure me this time, 
my cat releases her kindeys,
thier eyes smiling at me.
Her teeth slowly eat my hair,
until there is none left.
All freshly pulled,
in the shredded pile by my feet.
But I know,
no matter what,
I will keep on chomping through the day.
 

Everyone gets a chance to knock,
only some are let in.
When it is my turn,
I knock once.
Once for the one individual each of us can be.
I knock twice.
Twice for the two genders that society tries to define us with.
I knock six times.
Six times for the six races society tries to judge us by.
I knock seventeen times.
Seventeen times for the teachers and students that were slaughtered in Florida for wanting an education.
I knock nineteen times.
Nineteen times for the amendment that allows me to put forth a vote that represents my country.
I knock one last time.
One last time so that they know I will come back.
And I will never stop knocking.