till the world ends

whoever said pain was gain never felt the painful cane of unrelenting rage.

infinitesimal dust

one speck of dust in the world becomes the world to one speck of dust.

gray skies

soft and light, the clouds kiss the sun’s cheeks.

rain – slow

slow – the rain falls – slow

i am love (爱)

it’s the same old thing, day after day,sun rises, moon wanes, ash floats in the gray,life – what is it truly – continues to crawl onin the shape of the cars skidding on the highways – gonewithin a flash, people too busy to look up and see,i feel alone – my heart is silent, there

shades of color

the shades of color –prejudices,perceived disgust –which rule our worldbreak and bind our hearts. black and white,shades in between,define our limits – our cages – forever chainedto damaged stereotypesthat muffle our shouts. spectrum of rainbowsbright and vibrantof soulful truth – of personal truth – dulled by grey skiesthreatening to rainand drown out beauty. blue and

burning

they never failed to hurt herwith their jeers and taunts,so she gathered fire and woodto burn the world down

One World, Two Different Girls

I wear my hair back,face make-up free,my legs are constantly tappingwithin my loose jeans. I wear my hair long,a hint of blush on my cheeks,my legs still within my heels,skirts swish around my thighs. Sweat does not bother me,not when I run or when I playwith the boys in soccerand I laugh when I score.