Writing

1. Smile. Teachers like kids who smile, especially during classes when mind-numbingly boring concepts itch their way into your brain and eat away the inside. Yes, you don't like school. No, you can't say that. Smile, smile, smile.

If you've never missed someone,

you've never felt pain,

you have never felt what it's like to love someone so much that when they don't love you back it physically hurts inside you.

I stood in the kitchen

Hiss

Went my teakettle

Then my eyes turned to my aged wooden door creaking open.  I live in the forest alone.  It’s a peaceful sort of alone.

Chirp chirp!

It's only February  

and look at this world.  

I want to know if we'll 

get through all of this. 

And on the other side,  

will I still be standing, 

People warned me,

turned against me,

said I was a fool.

Yet you I trusted 

but now that's busted. 

Still my love overrules 

And I don't wanna kill 

We sit in the sun, ethereal like silver lightning bolts fizzing out on golden lakes.

The ocean does not forgive. It never has, not when waves grab our lungs and pull us under, or when tsunamis choke our hearts.