Everyone is different

Yet everyone is the same.

Everywhere is somewhere

It is from whence we came.

Nobody is Everyone

We are all ourselves.

Nowhere is Everywhere

We’re all books on shelves.

All can sing this song

But no one sings it the same

For we are all different

As is where we came.

We can sing this song.

We can dance this dance.

But our greatest differences

Happened just by chance.

I look to the sky, but it is black.

I here something behind me

But don’t turn back.

I am alone in this world

Until I see

The glimmer of light

Behind the tree.

She is meek and small

And not very tall

But when she turns

I hear her call.

The sound is sweet

And loud and clear

But it’s full of sorrow

To my ear.

I know now why the sky is dark

Why I can’t hear a

single dog bark.

She is a stranger here

And now I know,

Why the lights all disappear.

She is full of sadness

She is so bright.

For she is the girl

Made of Fallen Starlight.

It looked so simple,

Just a normal wishing well,

Who knew that one wish,

Could bring about such hell?

My wish was spoken,

My coin then fell,

But suddenly I'd followed it,

Down into the well.

I gasped for air,

As the shadows descended,

Could this possibly be,

How my life is ended?

My vision's going hazy,

I can no longer see,

It seems the well has granted my wish,

For now I'm finally free.

My paradise is not what you think. It's not a place full of sunlight. It's not a place with blue skies and fluffy white clouds. It's not a place where green grass blows in the gentle wind, or where flowers bloom in brilliant colors. My paradise is the ledge, just outside my bedroom window. At night I climb out and stare at the moon, not caring that I could fall, for I know I won't. This is where I write my best poems, where I go when I'm supposed to be sleeping. This is the place where I feel safe, with the wind blowing back my hair, and the cool night air biting at my skin. This is the place that I call paradise.

White is like pure starlight,

Falling from the sky,

It's the color of heaven,

The last thing you see before you die.

But I don't mean that in a morbid way,

Quite the opposite in fact,

It's like you're soul is leaving your body,

You're moving on, don't look back.

White is the color of cleansing,

So pure and beautiful,

So bright it can be blinding,

It's the opposite of dull.

I'm sorry.

The words ring through the air,

Echoing in my ears,

I don't know what it really means,

But it usually comes with tears.

Does it mean you wish you didn't do,

The thing that made them cry?

Does it mean you can feel the pain they feel?

Or are you just telling a lie?

Forgiveness is not easy,

At least it's not for me,

But apologizing is harder,

And that's really the key.

'I'm sorry' are two of the hardest words,

That ever can be said,

And though you often think them,

They're hard to get out of you're head.

But saying that you're sorry,

Especially after a fight,

Is the best thing to possibly say,

Trust me, you'll sleep better at night.

A book is not important

It is a rectangle on a shelf.

But a story is full of questions

Things I whisper to myself.

A story is full of magic

And things that hiss and bite.

But if you delve deeper

You’ll see things darker than night.

A heart full of darkness

A claw sharper than a knife.

A see those beady eyes,

Then I run for my life.

But these dangers are just stories

Things I cannot touch.

And a story is inside a book

And I know I’ve read too much.

A book is nothing at all

Just another useless thing.

But never forget the stories

And the dangers that they bring.

Every day,

We get out of bed,

And it's the same routine,

Going through our head.

We go to work,

Or to school,

We do what they want,

We follow every rule.

Lies are whispered,

They go into our heads,

We believe we are free,

Because that's what they said.

Are we humans?

Or are we just dumb bears?

Because even if we aren't free,

No one ever cares.

A sudden jolt,

Just a quick spark,

A sense of dizziness,

Then all is dark.

A clammy hand,

Wrapping around your heart,

A beat that stops,

And won't restart.

A soul leaving it's body,

No more debts to pay,

Your eyes are closed forever,

You won't see another day.