Mesmerized by the fiery sky,

They followed the horizon.

Straight down the quiet road,

Out to where there are only barns and cornfields.

As the glowing ball kisses the edge of the earth,

They drive to where wind turbines sprout from the ground and stand tall like soldiers.

Endlessly following the sunset until it dips below their vision,

Setting the world into a slumber.

And after coming so far,

They turn back towards home,

As night falls upon the town.

Mesmerized by the fiery sky,

They followed the horizon.

Straight down the quiet road,

Out to where there are only barns and cornfields.

As the glowing ball kisses the edge of the earth,

They drive to where wind turbines sprout from the ground and stand tall like soldiers.

Endlessly following the sunset until it dips below their vision,

Setting the world into a slumber.

And after coming so far,

They turn back towards home,

As night falls upon the town.

You're halfway across the world,

The ocean: a barrier of water,

The massive waves break,

Yet we hold on with our hearts,

It's been such a long time,

But my darling, I'll see you tomorrow.

We always say it will be tomorrow,

Only a day, and then we'll conquer the world,

After so much time,

Fighting against the water,

The ocean gave us fragile hearts,

My dear, I won't let them break.

My longing for you never takes a break,

Sometimes I'm sure we'll never make it to our next tomorrow,

I can almost feel it straining our hearts,

You carry the weight of my world

On your shoulders. Soon, I'll meet you be the water,

It's only a matter of time.

I like thinking back to the time

We spent together on spring and summer break:

Getting into the boat down by the water,

Kisses goodnight, and I'd truly see you tomorrow.

It's magic having our own little world,

Why is love so cruel to such young hearts?

We were always told to follow our hearts,

And finding what that really meant took time,

But then I followed it across the world,

You hugged me so tight I thought my ribs would break.

That was yesterday's tomorrow:

Kissing you in the ocean's salty water.

The tears I shed were only the sea water,

That ultimately connected us through to our hearts,

And as we watch the tides ebb and flow, our tomorrow

Always arrives just in the nick of time,

Before the bonds holding us together get a chance to break.

My love, you are my entire world.

You'll fly back over the water that dared to separate us in no time,

Our hearts stretched over the distance so not to break,

And after making it through so much together, tomorrow we can surely rule the world.

The tears build up,

Threatening to break the barrier,

And at last they burst through the wall.

The droplet flows down,

Out of my eye,

And onto my cheek.

But I don't let it stop there,

I haven't even the drive to wipe away a single tear from flooding down.

It keeps going,

And the wetness is so very tangible,

Slowly, deliberately, taunting me as it slithers down my cheek.

As it makes its way down to my lips,

Where they part and allow for the salty liquid to get in.

I taste the teardrop on my tongue,

It leaves a taste of sorrow to linger,

And it left a wet path,

Carved onto my face,

For any more that would like to follow.

I'm locked in this prison,

A life sentence.

I'll never again know the beauty outside of these walls,

Beyond this cage,

What my life could have been.

I was innocent,

But for no apparent reason I am punished.

There is no escape,

And try as I might to break out,

I will forever be lost in this prison.

Echoing through me,

Your voice offers comfort.

But the meaning is lost as it filters through my heart.

Because it is empty,

So your love passes through,

My heart capturing none to save for another day.

It races through my lungs,

And then out my mouth,

As the wind steals it away forever.

Walking away,

With a hollow feeling in my chest,

I try not to look back,

But temptation is always too strong.

You are there as usual,

But I am already too far gone.

So I carry on,

Walking aimlessly towards a something,

Because there must be a something, somewhere.

The only feeling I have is a hope that someday I will find a something,

That will fill up the emptiness within.

I am far too lost,

When I hear a blurred whisper on the wind,

Just barely audible,

So I follow it.

Circling back to the place where you held out your arms,

Whispering reassurances in my ear.

And there you stand,

Still ready to hold me close,

And at last I am ready to hear.

Dear Diary,

I was watching the news earlier-well, actually checking people’s snapchat stories, but close enough. Everyone was freaking out that they had lost power, and that it wouldn’t come back on. In 24 hours, none of those people will ever get to post anything else. Ever. My iphone is down to 8% battery, so I figured I should write in this old notebook I found since I won’t be able to make Instagram posts about today, and someone should document it. What happened this morning was beyond odd. It started out with people saying they’d started to see things, like dead people walking around. Then at about 11 all the electricity shut off. All the people on my street were wondering what happened, since there’s no storm happening right now. As it turns out, a few towns over near the hydro building, the towers had been knocked down, causing a major blackout. People are talking, saying crazy things like zombies attacked it, taking away our main source of energy. That’s nonsense if you ask me, but things have been rather strange lately… Around last week I started noticing some of the people at school looking paler than usual, some of them even walking around like they were sick. But that doesn’t mean zombies… does it? If there is something outlandish going on I’ll be sure to make more entries, but for now I’m just going to try to find a way to charge my phone.

Write something they said, but the answer to three simple words is far more complex than any other, when you try to answer: who are you?

So I’ll start off easy, with the things that I know.

I am a girl. Have been since birth. With curly brown hair and twinkling eyes that seem to be green, but their colour isn’t always clear. I am rather short, but I’ll have you know that I’m just fun-sized. I cuddle with stuffed animals; I am not ashamed that I can act like a child, because, if the shoe fits…

I like to laugh: and it’s not a hard thing for me. I am a black belt in taekwondo. I play the flute and get lost in its music. I sway to romantic songs. I write with the blood that bleeds out from my heart with passion.

I dig parts of myself out from my core and pour them into a poem, until the words before you show you who I really am.

The hard part about who you are is not the surface, but what lies beneath the skin in your very soul. So here it goes…

I am fragile. A single look will shatter my heart. I see the world in vision clouded by anxiety. I fear for the lives of my loved ones when they aren’t by my side.

I love girls and boys and so many in between, but you’ve never heard of polysexual, so I don’t tell anyone but myself of my true identity. And the hate and ignorance of others make me question even my most passionate beliefs, to the point where I feel invalidated in my own skin.

You ask who I am, but sometimes even I don’t know the answer.

Moon is nothing without her Sun.

Invisible,

Gone unnoticed,

Except for when her savior is behind her.

And he shines in the day,

And backs her at night,

Gives her a little light for when all is dark.

Earth holds the mountains,

Those which are daunting to climb.

And it holds the storms that threaten humanity.

And it holds humanity, which threatens itself.

Moon feels full when Earth is unseen,

But each month she must start anew.

But it never lasts long,

As it casts a shadow,

Hiding Sun’s light,

And the blackness becomes all consuming.

Little by little,

Warmth returns,

And Sun and Moon become united.

But it never lasts long,

As Earth’s shadow returns,

Always insisting to hide true peace.

All beautiful creatures die.

Every firefly, giraffe, human; 

Invisible.

Just killing love, 

My new obsession proves quite redundant.  

Still trying until vanquished, 

We X-ist: yearning zombies.