To love someone is to give them your heart,

To give them your thoughts, to give them your soul,

And have faith that they won't tear them apart,

They can rip you in half, or make you whole.

To love someone is to give them your trust,

Give them some bullets to put in their gun,

Never stop loving until you combust,

With all the feelings from which you can't run.

To love someone is to give them your life,

To give them your house and give them your time,

No matter the pain, no matter the strife,

whether you have millions, or just a dime.

To love someone is to be the most brave,

For they can love you, or dig up your grave.

On the bushy, green grass, he watches the sky. Everyone around him does the same, instinctually, they are afraid. A bright light competes with the sun for the attention of the creatures. As the comet approaches the Earths atmosphere, it slightly shifts, and misses the Earth just slightly.

He looks around, everyone else just goes back to munching on grass, though he feels as if something important has just happened. The bright circle missed, how will it be different?

"Bye! See you tomorrow!" Hazel calls to her friend as she walks through her gate, her eyes squinting into the sun blocked slightly by the dome. "Mom! Are you home?" She calls into the house as she puts down her bag on the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, honey! I am about to leave for work, another one got in. Can you go feed Blacky?" Hazel's mother walks into the living room and grabs her purse off the counter.

"Sure, be safe." Hazel hands her mom the telephone she was looking for, and recieves a kiss on the head as a thank you. After her mother leaves, Hazel rolls a hay bail from the barn to the front of her acrage where her pet stegasourous lives.

"Hey, Blacky." As the gently beast brings its head down to the hay, Hazel climbs on like she has so many times before. "I hope mom is ok." She sighs. "That is the 4th velocorapter to break into our dome." She stokes her friend's strong neck and considers this. "Do you think the raptors don't like that they can't explore everywhere? I mean, do you mind being confind to a certain area of land?"

Blacky wheezes a bit, as if to tell her that it does, but it is ok.

"I guess I wouldn't like it if people were preventing me from going where I wanted to go. But then again, people are only allowed to stay in the domes." Hazel slides back down Blacky's neck. "I'm gonna get to the bottom of this." She says with determination.

The exit of her dome is only a ten minute bikeride from her house. This is the place where all of the officials dispurse of waste. With out thinking, since she knows that it will probably change her mind, she types in her mom's code and opens the door.

"No turning back now." She mutters to herself. As she opens the thick, steel door, she is shocked at the scene that awaits her. In front of her, there is a waste land scattered with trash mountains, and covered in a haze of human made pollution. She tropes down the metal staircase, her mouth open in terror at what she is seeing.

Just 5 steps behind her, is a green environment with constantly fresh air and unlimited energy. Hazel can't help but feel guilty now for every peice of trash she has created and every light she has left on with out use.

Her white sneakers hit the sand colored dirt, and she is blinded by the sun pounding down on her pale skin.

"This isn't right." She is sad, but more angry. How could they do this to the animals that were here first? Her shoulder lengthe hair blows into her mouth, and she turns her head to get her face out of the wind.

"AAAAHH!" Hazel screams, horrified at what is only 100 yards to her left. There lies rotting dinasour corpses, none of which look like they died of natural causes.

Is this what her mom is doing on these late nights, when Hazel was so worried about her getting hurt. She had always been told that they were being protected from the monsters on the outside, but now she thinks that they should have been worried about the monsters on the inside.

She storms up the stairs with new determination that she has never expireinced before, she will do something about this. People have to know that it is not the dinosours that are in the fault here.

She approaches the door in rage and pulls on the handle. It is locked. There is no way back in.

To be continued(maybe).....

Love.

Today when someone says love, all anyone thinks about is stolen kisses and romantic dates. What about all the other loves that go so unappreciated.

What about a mother working two full time jobs to support the children that she would give anything for?

What about the sibling who stands up for their little brother or sister when the big kid picks on them?

What about the grandmother who cleans all day and cooks all evening to make the rest of her family happy?

What about the best friend that gave up their night out to comfort their heartbroken best friend?

What about the stranger who saw someone alone, and reached out, even though they got nothing out of it?

What about that teenager who is stuggling with their life but can still see the beauty in the strength that they continously have?

What about all those loves that aren't physical, and aren't about how someone looks? What about the love that is never noticed under the shadow of romantic love?

To all those out there who are not in a romantic relationship and feel unloved because of it: you are loved, do not let society's veiw of what love is make you feel like you don't have it.

#love #youareloved #untraditionallove

I don’t know why the sky is blue, but I love to look at it all the same.

I don’t know why water is wet, but I love how it cools my toes in the summer.

I don’t know why birds chirp, but I still enjoy listening to them in the morning.

Don’t ask me how the moon changes, just know it is allowed to have mood swings.

Don’t ask me how the leaves change colors, just know they are beautiful.

Don’t ask me how the ocean waves, just know you’ll never want to wave goodbye.

I don’t know where the time goes, so I find some when I can.

I don’t know where the birds fly to, so I admire then when they are near by.

I don’t know where Neverland is, so I will be young while I still am.

Don’t ask me who hung the stars, I could never be too sure.

Don’t ask me who is crying when it rains, I hope they cheer up soon, though.

Don’t ask me who said the first word, I am just glad that they did.

I don’t know what makes people love, but I rejoice that it does.

I don’t know what killed the dinosours, but thank goodness it did.

I don’t know what misquitos are for, but I am sure they have a purpose.

Don’t ask me any of these questions, because I don’t have the answers.

Life is so much lovlier when you don’t have all the answers

How well I remember, my first day at my new school. Before that day everything seems hazy, but that day is clear.

I woke up early, and put on my pink shoes to match my new plad dress. My fluffy hair was in pigtails with my rebellious bangs refusing to stay out of my eyes. I ate toast that morning, with jam that made my lips sticky and pink.

I walked into the school early, seeing as there was paperwork to do for this foreign student. The tall Vice Principle with the receeding hairline guided me to the classroom I would learn to read in. He stoped at a door covered in butterflies and ladybugs, with a big sign announcing the teacher's name: 'Ms. Jackson's Kindergarten Class.' He said something to my mom, but my mind was focused on the adventure I was about to walk into.

The door opened, and everything was a blurr; life was happening to me. Through the daze I heared something the teacher said, along the lines of: you can go and play.

It was as if there was a spot light on those two: the beautiful girl with thick, sand colored hair and the thin girl with short, chestnut hair. They were building with large lego blocks. I walked up to the table where they where playing.

"Hi, do you wanna be my friend?"

"Yeah!"

And then I started playing with them.

I was so niave to think that making friends was that easy, but now I wish I could go back to a time where friendship was as simple as sleeping beside eachother at naptime and asking if they want some of your snack.

Oh how things have complicated.

How beautiful is it that our bodies just can't contain emotion?

It seems that happyness and saddness are just waiting to burst out of our faces.

When we feel joy our lips can't help but turn up.

When we feel sorrow our mouth quivers and shakes.

When we are excited we leak happiness in the form of water.

When we are destressed the emotions fall like a waterfall on our cheaks.

When we are angry our fists squeeze in rage.

When we are amused our lungs squeeze out wheezes.

We show our love by embracing each other,

and express our hate by swinging our fists.

All of our bubbling emotions are just busting to get out,

and they always find a way.

Isn't it beautiful that writing is so strong,

that it can contain emotion?

We weep when our fictional friends are heartbroken,

and we rejoice when they succeed.

We feel exactly what they feel,

even though they are technically, 'not real.'

You can feel their rejection,

when they are not loved back.

You feel as though you have concurred the world,

though you have not moved from your chair.

How lovely is it, that even though we can't contain emotion,

words on a page can transport us to a different world,

and can contain some things,

that even the author doesn't know how to say.