Breaking

Tearing

Ripping your

Heart out

Wounds unhealed

Struggling to

Breathe

Hands stained

Red

Knowing

Feeling

Living a

Lie

Eyes seeking

A distance

Miles

Out of

View

Bottling

Holding

Concealing the

Truth

Cries

Unheard of

Cloaked in the

Dark spaces of

Loss

Fading

Vanishing

Slipping from

The world

Cheeks wet

With tears

Life hanging

From a

Thread

Hoping

Searching

Reaching for

Existence

Numb all

Over

Emotions fleeing

Sinking fast

Till nothing’s

Left

I was convinced that thininkg about someone before falling asleep, would make me dream about them. For this had happened to me quite a few times in my life. I once spent a night speaking with Harry Potter. Another time, I got to talk to Frodo and Sam. I even got to hang out with my imaginary boyfriend. Turns out, he’s not nearly as cool as I thought he was. But sometimes I can’t control what I think about. If I accidentally imagine someone like Bane, I’m forced to dream about him even if I try to think of someone else. I’ve learned that the forces of fear pull much harder then pleasure. Tonight, however, I’m letting my mind take control. I want to tell those bad guys what I really think. I’m surprised, nonetheless, when an image of Adolf Hitler’s smug face takes shape in my head. But I’m more than ready to have a disccusion with him. I lay down and close my eyes, quickly rehearsing what I’m going to say before drifting off to sleep.

The bed creaks and I open my eyes. Immediately, I see the very famous Adolf Hitler sitting where all the characters I dream of end up: On the edge of my bed, just out of reach of my feet.

“Hello, Hitler,” I sneer, moving to sit upright. “A pleasure you could join me this fine evening.” Hitler’s whole body is as white as a sheet and he looks like a ghost. Probably because I couldn’t picture him very well.

“Yes. I very fine evening it is.” He says casually.

Ugh, just as nasty as I thought. “You,” I say, pointing a finger at him. “How could you do this? How could you kill so many people?”

Hitler sighs. “Do you people ever think to ask my side of the story? Of course not. Because the victors write the stories the way they see it. They never think to ask me what really happened.”

“There’s nothing you can say to excuse your actions. It’s murder, Hitler. Murder. And when you kill someone, you can’t bring them back. It’s permanent.” My eyes grow moist as I picture all those innocent people’s deaths. “You are discusting.” I mutter.

Hitler frowns. “What a pity. I am far too exhausted to continue with this conversation.”

I scoff. “I can’t believe that after all you did, you’re still just thinking about yourself. Do you even know how many people lost their lives? Their families?” I shake my head, scooting farther away. “Never mind. I’d feel better knowing you didn’t count them all.”

“Oh, come on. What is it going to take to get some respect?”

That’s when rage overcomes me and I can’t help but grab my pillow and whip it at him. Of course, the pillow just melts right through him like nothing is there, but I can’t believe that after everything he’d done, he still expected to recieve any amount of respect. I take control and bring myself back out of my dream. Hopefully, he’d think about what I’d said, because I never want to do that again.

Dreaming comes with a cost, people will always tell us that we can’t do it.

But we will reach for the skies, and among the clouds we will sit,

Basking in the warmth of the dawning sun, knowing we proved them wrong.

We will move each and every mountain, for together we are strong.

Stronger than they’ll ever admit, but we don’t need their consent.

Just keep believing until all of your dreams are spent,

Even then, when they think we are finally done,

We will show them that we have won.

We have conqoured all, we are victorious.

And now this world is glorious.

All that's left to do

Is discover goals anew.

Time to explore

Some more

Dreams.

1.The Bellower.

They tend to sing any song that's on their mind, as loud as possible.

Even in a crowd of annoyed people. And even when they're tone-death.

2. The scam-singer.

They can never be trusted while appearing to be singing beautifully.

Because they are usually just lip-syncing someone else's songs.

3. The Whisperer.

You usually can't tell when they are singing, because they never quite sing loud enough for the human ear to hear.

I think it's safe to say, they are the complete opposite of The Bellower.

4. The Rock-artist.

let's just say, you will quite possibly be deaf after sitting through a performance starring one of these kinds of singers.

You also might notice them wincing from a headache occasionally(Please keep in mind, this is only due to the aggressive head-bobbing they, very often, engage in.)

5. The Jig-singer.

They can usually be found dancing along to any song they hear, at any place they hear it. They also tend to sing along as well.

6. The Blusher.

Even though they are comfortable with singing, they usually can't get through a song without blushing at, or near the end(Especially when being praised for their beautiful voice.)

7. The Party-singer.

They are known for their ability to bring a party along with them, everywhere they go. And always like to sing in a giant group of people(All who are most likely, partying along.)

8. The loner.

They can never, and will never, be found singing in front of other people. You are extremely lucky if you happen to catch this kind of person singing. And even though they hate to admit it, they are usually amazing singers.

9. the on-stretcher.

They have a very soft and sweet voice and could sing a crying baby to sleep. WARNING: This is also because they tend to drag out their songs for hours and hours on end.

10. The Chew-singer

They don't particularly have a good voice, and that may only be because they usually start singing after stuffing their mouth full of food. This almost always ends up in a disaster.

When times like these get hard,

And we have to stand six feet apart,

I reach out my hands and open my heart,

Because friends are never too far.

As long as you keep them wrapped in your love,

Peace will wash over you like a swift, gentle dove,

So although you are covered in your mask and gloves,

Your friends will watch over you, like the stars high above.

Together we stand, hand in hand.

Feeling the breeze blow across the hot sand.

All who pass will never understand,

That we're stranded on this deserted land.

Although they question all that we've planned,

they're not aware that this island is bland.

We have a power that they can't withstand,

And that's how we'll escape from this deserted land.

It's a power so special and ever so grand.

With the strength of our minds, the skies can expand.

And when we speak to the water, it obeys our command.

For we'll no longer be stranded on this deserted land.

You're a deadly weapon that steals all my joy,

You abduct my happiness and leave me to be destroyed.

You're a darkness so deep, I can hardly breathe

As I struggle to break free before you suffocate me.

I can't see a thing as I'm buried in your shadows

A blackness so deep, like a withering rose.

I'm ashamed that I fell for all of your lies,

now I'm filled with agony, you can hear it in my cries.

I know your name, and will shout it with all I am,

warning those who hear, that your words are a scam.

It's a hideous name that haunts my dreams,

And when I call for help, you muffle my screams.

I'm drowning in this misery that has shattered my heart.

But first, I must painfully play my part.

You drag me under and I know that I'm finished,

But I must speak your name before the world is demolished.

All who have fell for your nasty tricks,

will now hear your name uttered from my lips.

Those who have suffered, and have shed many a tear.

Please, watch out for the beast... his name is Fear.

What's happening to our beautiful world?

    We're tearing it apart, plant by plant. Animal by animal. And for what? To cause riots and uproars because we refuse to take the blame for the destruction we so clearly caused? I certainly hope not.

    So tell me, all you who claim to be so innocent, have you seen this wonderful world turn to ruin right before your very eyes? Have you watched everything man-kind has ever worked for crumble in an instant? I tell you, these things do not go unnoticed, only uncured. And if they continue to go uncured, I can only imagine how awful our lives will become. And it will be no one else's fault, but ours. Are you ready to carry the burden of the worlds wreckage on your shoulders? To hold the guilt of this desolation in your greedy heart? Even if you are, the weight is far too heavy for you to bear, and the world's very existence will forever be lost.

   Alas, there is still hope! We are not finished. At least not yet. But there isn't much time left, so we must stand strong and believe that we have what it takes to fix this. We shouldn't fight each other, but rather fight for each other.

    Just take a moment. observe the earth.

    Is this really what we want it to look like? Is this really where we want to live and raise our beloved children?

    Please, tell me it isn't true. There's so much more to life. We don't have to give up, not yet. If we come together, believing that we can make a change, nothing will be in our way.

    Tell me there's a ray of sunshine just waiting to burst through the clouds and bring life to this grey, mixed-up world. Cause I don't know about you, but I'm sick of living in the dark, pretending like there's nothing wrong. When the truth is, everything's wrong.

    Don't you long for the day when you can spread your wings and soar through the bird-filled sky, breathing in the fresh air? And walk through town waving at every kind of person as they smile and wave back, none having the slightest fear that you might judge or even harm them? I know I do, so if you feel the same way then why hold back? Let's rise together, stop this inequality, spread our finally freed wings and soar. But let's make sure... We do it together. Because there's nothing better than a beautiful world, that's held together with love and care for one another.

Ice-cold wind whips at my face, leaving me pale and shivering. but nothing stops me from following my mother’s voice.

“Aubin,” I hear her call up from the cellar.

Her voice sounds hollow, but I’m certain that it’s hers.

Slowly, I creep down the freezing, stone stairs and pause near the bottom. I can’t see anything but black, emptiness beyond where I’m standing, and fear of the ghastly desires of hate threaten to overcome me.

“Aubin,” Mother calls, again. She begs for me to go to her.

I need her.

So I step in, and am engulfed in the overwhelming darkness awaiting me.

“Hello,” She utters in a vicious tone. all sounds evaporate into the morbid shadows, and the only thing I hear is a door slamming from up in the house.

My name is summoned once again, but this time it truly is Mother and she's looking for me. That's when I realize I've been tricked by the fear stricken darkness.

“Mother!” I scream as the cellar doors automatically close. But my cry disintegrates with the rest of the world, and I’m swallowed up by my own, lonely desperation.