A sunflower

I am and always will be a sunflower. People say my heart looks like the Sun, but that's not why I am called sunflower. The reason I am in the world is to follow the sun and only the sun. I don't know how to give up. Sometimes my head drops when it's dark, but it rises as soon as the sun appears. Even though I can never reach the Sun, I've learned to smile and to embrace the warmth from the sunshine. Optimism is my nutrient and the color yellow is my carbondioxide. My whole life dream isn't anything big: I just want to follow the Sun, my heart,
Till I die someday, in the brightness of the light.

I AM

I AM a cat.

a taxi.

a T-shirt.

A Friday.

A plate of pasta.

I AM the colour of blue,

a movie of mystery,

the smell of mint,

 

 I am a park,

a sunflower,

a flute,

a high mountain,

a closet.

I am the song of "Innocent" (Taylor Swift)

I am the fall of the year,

 

the Spongebob,

a microwave.

 

I AM a storm,

but also a Superman.

This Is Just To Say

I have written
the notes
that were in
Your locker

And which
you were probably
thinking
about trashing

Forgive me
they were innocent
so true
and so cheap.

The blue pencilcase

so much depends
upon


a blue pencil
case


Filled with leads
Shattered


Under the red
Whiteout.

the prize cat

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Do seek their meet from god

The short story "Do Seek Their Meet from God" by Robert is very touching to me. The whole conflict between the man and the panthers is very interesting, where it balances our sympathies towards both sides and show the nature of survival. And that is the stronger you are, the more likely you are gonna survive. It's saying that hunting for food to survive is what God planned for the world as He created the world. The title is also an allusion to the bible line where it says "The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God." But the part I like most is where the settler finds out the crying child is actually his son. This really got me. If the settler didn't think of his son when he was hesitating whether or not to save the child, his son would be killed. Always help others with a mind of helping yourself is what i learned from this short story.

Love is

Love is air

It is all around me.

It's something I can't see,

But without it I die.

But love is not bread
 I would die from hunger
 If there's only love.
 I always need something else to survive.

Love is ink

The ones I love pour their traces

Onto my heart.

Once written, it can never be fully removed.

But love is not a story

I can never predict what's going to happen

Happy ever after or a sad ending,

I never get to be the author.

 Love is the warmth

Brought by a beautiful burst of fire

But love is also the scars all over me,

If I get too close to the roaring fire.

Love is amazing,

But it's dangerous.

Love is hard,

But I've always wanted to try.