six too fast

it creeps in—

crawling its way up my esophagus 

laying heavy on my tongue

the bitter bile burning the cave top

sizzling sicklets of blood bouncing

off taste buds and settling in the 

concave caverns of bone

a small pool for the acid soldiers to rest.

my stomach churns, 

expanding insides to ripped seams,

IV fluid building up in the corridors of flesh, 

my eyes are fading and someone is saying something somewhere but 

i can’t listen because the inside of my mouth is raw and bloody

and full of phantom sores 

and my heart, pumps one beat too slow.

then six too fast.

second time’s the charm. 
 

From the second the intro song started,
A flood of memories came back.
I remembered each and every version of Peter Pan I'd ever seen.
As the animated characters that I've kept in my heart for so long fly across Never Land,
I soar right next to them,
Singing along with the lost boys.
I suprise myself in remembering every scene,
Sometimes saying the lines under my breath.
And although I no longer wish to marry Peter Pan as I did when I was six,
I still wish I could run away and be the first lost girl.
How I would love to fight pirates and and race Tinker Bell along the skyline,
Not a care in the world,
I would forget my old life and never grow up.
And as the ending scene starts where Peter flies the pirate ship across the moon,
I feel myself touching the past with a whisp of my hair,
Reaching out to the six year old girl who was so obsessed with this Never land,

Life is charming, shedding its rays on others, but not on me. My heart was a castle burring treasures, but it had a gate crawling with thorns that blocks all who wants to find it. My treasures wanted to get rid of my restraint; they wanted to be seen and praised by others, but I wouldn’t let it. I was so sick of the world.

When I was a kid, I thought I was born unusually. People all have dreamed that they are the protagonists of the world, and I was one of them. I believed that all of the problems would finally be solved no matter I put in efforts or not. I thought God loves me, so my life should be plain sailing. However, life is never that easy. My childhood was full of love and fairytales, so I never got to know the world is cruel. When I realized the truth, I lost all the qualities of being a protagonist. I was no longer strong, tough, and confident. I knew I’m not living on a wonderland. I knew it’s time to grow up.

My name is Ryder and I believe in climate change. It is a serious problem in my opinion. Our weather is getting worse and the polar ice caps are melting and a sad thing is that kids know about it. Some people don’t believe in it because they don’t want to accept  the fact that it is real and people should take action on climate change. It is a real problem and people who don't believe me should go to the nasa page because they go into deep detail over it. If not I will tell you now nasa says that wildfires are more likely to because the temperatures are rising it will also cause more heat waves and droughts and nasa isn't even meant for climate change.

Home, to me, is a safe place with the people I care for. It is a place where I feel comfortable and like to be. Home is more than a house with all rooms fild. To me another place that feels like home is at the gymnasium. I just always feel at home safe and comfortable with all my friends. To me this is home and what I appreciate about it is that I know I'm in a place I love to be that has been a part of me forever
 

Issue, to me, an issue in this world that we all need to work on is  polluting. All we do now is through away trash and are world is starting to die. The beaches are filled with trash.  Animals are dying because they are eating the trash and we are losing are environment. It is all are falt all are falt. One thing I think we can do to start saving the world is like what we were doing before. We can use glass for battle thanks to some compens they are still doing that. But it is not a nuff to help the planet whenever I look to the side of me walking on the street, on the beach,inside. All the places you can think of I am seeing trash on the ground.  It is not good in fact it discusses me that we are doing nothing about it. And the world is going to get worse throughout the years soon all it is going to be in a landfill.

Home to me, is the sound of crickets dancing in the fields of milkweed at six thirty two in the morning. At about nine twenty four at night. The little green christmas lights known as fireflies emerge from the tall weeds. “Let's get the mason jars everybody”. We pounce off the couch, turn off the TV and get some free night lights. You wake up in the middle of the night to the smell of dead fireflies. You reach down to your water bottle to get a drink as a load of carpenter ants attack your hand. You shake your hand to get the little black speckles of your hand, so you don't mind the drink any more and go back to bed. When you wake up your house smells more like a dumpster as you get closer to your mason jar. You chuck the jar off the deck, and a couple ants go flying out of your sleeve when you do it. After you're done you argue with your dad to not go to school, but it doesn't work.

Homes are confusing, I used to think that my home was in Florida, then I moved to Germany, and thought that, that was my home, and then I moved here, and now, here is my home. But none of them felt like a real home, since I was moving so often, I was never there long enough to really call it my home. Everywhere I went it never truly felt like home, I hope that will change soon. I really want a place that I can truly call home. And here especially doesn’t feel like home, it feels like something temporary, all my stuff isn’t even here yet. I want that comfort, of lying in a real bed, with all my special stuff, right near me. It feels like I left a whole different life behind me when I moved. But home isn’t where you live, it’s where your family is, that’s how I’m able to handle these moves.