A Masterpiece in Binary
I think there is a glitch in my processing unit;
when the letter 'A' enters the system,
it doesn't just register as a character—
it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.
I think there is a glitch in my processing unit;
when the letter 'A' enters the system,
it doesn't just register as a character—
it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.
Justice must be served.
The man who shot her must pay the price.
Doesn’t matter if he was scared or not, she didn’t deserve this.
Nobody does.
That man needs to be brought to justice.
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
A child's dream in passing
I want to rule the world
but you tried to chase that dream
that dream that was impossible for you to achieve
that showed how you really think
how you're a child
Grass grows.
It gets trampled into the dirt
until it is dirt.
It disintegrates and decomposes and falls
apart,
into the soil.
Studying like my life depends on it
Prepping like my life depends on it
Driving like my life depends on it
my eyes open slowly.
my bedroom is full of sunlight,
highlighting the hay yellow paint.
the comforter hugs me gently.
a day like most days.
My science teacher accused me
playfully and yet fiercely
of stealing an envelope
I had been threatening to peel the cover strip off of the sticky part
so it glues together
because it was just so tempting.
My life is like a lake,
All water and round,
So clear it is a mirror,
Or rather, a looking glass.
But when you look a little closer,
Dip your toes beneath the surface,
I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old,
coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered.
Greed overtook them
Only those in power shoot their guns in fear
Of the potential held in the palm of our hands
Delicate and rough fingers intertwined through every color to shoot back.
Bye Good,
I believe in America and I believe in who we could be
but I don't believe in who we are.
It's so easy to give up and let them reign.
I am.
I'm scared to stand up or say things and I haven't before,
and I won't.