The trees would be glorious only if they are cared for

I believe that

It’s possible that the trees could die

Or, that

The Earth will be destroyed

Or, that

Life is limited

But I won’t listen to people who say

If all plant life gets ripped away on Earth

We will die

Not many will survive and

Some say that

If disaster overthrows mother nature’s pride

Everything might fade to grey

When pollution overtakes the sky

The Earth will be full of carbon dioxide

But

We have some hope

Still, I believe

The trees will not thrive

The trees will not be glorious

If they aren’t cared for

And

If we don’t protect the environment

Every living thing on Earth will not blossom

I will not concede that

We will truly flourish

Towering and powerful mountains.

The highest point of all nature,

Making an astounding view.

New glistening snowflakes,

Shining in the bright sun,

All piled nicely on top of each other.

A sea of dark-green snow trees,

Groaning under the huge weight.

On a mountain,

An emerald lake shimmering in the sun,

As clear as glass,

Icy cold.

Shouts of excitement and glee,

Zooming in to the smooth lake.

With extraordinary height,

The peaks reach above the clouds,

Rising straight into the clear air.

Standing solid and strong,

They are the king of all nature.

Underneath lies smooth and helpless oceans.

The end of the earth is coming.

And do not ever say,

The world will be restored again

The trees will rot and deteriorate.

It is wrong to believe that,

Society will come together

In the future,

The animals will lose their homes!

It is mindless to say that,

We can reverse the damage we’ve done.

Family is not important.

It is wrong to believe that,

They bring joy and fulfillment

Family is useless

It is not true that,

They will always keep you safe.

Don’t ever care of them,

Everyone hates you.

It is not true that

They will never help you

It is not true,

They will always love you forever

Always keep in mind that.

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Sakura is quiet and peaceful like the pink cherry blossoms.

The serene sound seeps into the room, filling it with calm music

Like as if cherry blossoms are gently swaying in the blowing breeze

The music continues playing the soft, high notes

But sometimes music can change

Aria is strong and happy, fast and jolly

The stronger breeze makes the cherry branches bend and sway

Like cherries are dancing joyfully in the wind

Happier and happier they get

Like notes skipping cheerfully.

Sea

Blue Beautiful

Waving Calming Floating

Fish Corral Cloud Stars

Changing Raining Shining

Starry Sunny

Sky

White

White is a light colour

I will never say its a dark colour

White is the opposite of black

A dove is white

Pieces of paper are white

The night is black

Some tarantulas are black

Black is a sinister colour

Black feels lonely

Black is the opposite of white

Black

Cowardice,

Scared, Timid

Escaping, Shivering, Lacking,

Surprise, Fear, Determination, Knight,

Fighting, Insisting, Facing,

Confident, Brave,

Courage.

No lemons, no melons?

Oh, I love tasty lemons!

Lemons taste really sour

Every lemon contains power

Mini-lemons--I love them!

Oh, but sugar gives me phlegm

Never eat too much

So then you can touch

Nothing but tasty lemons

Oh, but colourful melons

Much sweeter than sour

Eat a melon in an hour

Lots of melons contain power

Oh, I’ve told you my secret…

Now, keep your lips quiet!

Over the far side of the obscured mountains

Daunting challenges, incalculable risks,

Hazards chartered our course,

Obnoxious dangers, craning cliffs,

Questions of consciousness,

Faithful that fields of happiness lay beyond.

But the query, the delight,

Belie the secrets of the unknown.

Is it worth the menace

Of the land that lies beyond?

Truth and secrets to discover,

But are they to be found in

The lands we are now walking?

Risking our life,

Is the decision,

And there are dreadful days to come.

Wisdom like the great oak tree,

winds that blow on the face of thee.

“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure”

Imagine that, it must be a pleasure.

A person sharing wisdom with all,

His popularity is not small.

“Look, she is so much better,

Popular, favoured, and much more wiser.”

“Did you hear? They said you’re stupid,

Since when did you think you were wanted?”

Indecisive much, unsure, worthless,

in time of need, oh dear, you’re helpless.

Spreading lies, fake news and the untrue

must be someone out there who can change your view.

Questions are confusions, delights,

daydreams, nightmares and wanderings,

they are complex, or simple,

they are a sentence or phrase

used to find out information.

A question is a problem

that tests knowledge

or ability. A question is doubt

about value

or truth. A question

is the specific point

at issue.

It is room

or objection.

a question

is a raised hand

in a class. It is rough,

dry paper. A question

is slimy saliva

in your mouth.

Perhaps the breakfast

that you had?

They could be mysterious ghosts

inside of my computer

creaking and squeaking

as I try

to listen to my teacher

When she says the answer

Is a correct

match to a description.

An answer is

a correct response.

It is a solution

to a problem.

An answer

opens doors

to someone

or picks up

the phone.

An answer

It is the cool

slippery metal

that you turn.

An answer is

the breeze

that whooshes

in your face.

I lost the competition

Don’t try and tell me that

I’m proud of myself

It’s true that

I’m not triumphant

It’s foolish to believe that

I’m victorious

Something in my mind is that

I’m failing

I should never think that

I will win

Being the one behind

Is the opposite of

Being the best

Exams are pointless

And I will never in my whole life say

I like exams

I tell everyone that

You have to spend countless hours preparing for exams.

I don’t think that

Anyone can find fun in work.

Because

Work is boring.

I disagree that

Gruelling hours of work can lead to success.

I know that

I get to have a break after my exam.

The exam is done

I barely rest before

Another exam comes.

R: Rise, good sir; for you shall vote

I: In the form of casting votes, you will choose the good ruler

S: So people shall live in peace.

E: enter the line of voters and cast your vote

__________________________________________________

T: Today you will vote to support the good

O: obtain the chance to select the best.

__________________________________________________

V: Vow to do good and vote out loud

O: often speak of your goodwill

T: Take pride in knowing what’s best

E: enter the troop of voters and cast.

__________________________________________________

S: sir, then you will know you are doing good

I: Industry lies upon good votes

R: Raise the good with you, and the others!

Trees are masters

I don’t believe

Green will never fill up the world

Soon greenness will return to 1 million years ago

But it is false to think

Climate change is nothing

We must change our habits

I do not think

Trees are ugly,

Trees in the ground are useless.

If you like opposition, then

Trees are of no use, and

The opposite fills my head.

I regret it when

We keep doing what we are doing,

I say to the trees.

Friends you play with at the playground,

Congratulate your victories,

When you conquer monkey bars,

When you swing high,

When you learn rock climbing.

Cries with you when sad,

When someone vandalized your eraser,

When someone stole your hat,

When someone deleted your project.

Share your stories today and tomorrow.

But you have foes too,

Whom you hate and despise,

Laughs at your sadness,

Sulks at your happiness,

Foes are a different story, oh yes, it’s true.

The melancholy moon will always chase the bright sun rays

No matter how hard the bitter moon tries to steal the joyful sun’s light

They never seem to be able to grasp it

The bitter moon’s shadows are sent out during the day

No matter how hard the shadows try to grasp a bit of light

The light will always evade their clutches

The blazing sun brightens people’s day

The bright sun rays give out hope and joy in people’s heart

The light chases out darkness when the time is right

No matter how hard the the moon tries to steal the sun’s light

The light will always defend and defy the darkness

Still a long way to go,

as I walk step by step, covered in sweat.

The air is moist and humid,

I start to breathe heavily

as I feel my hands wrinkle and crinkle,

there's a road to my house

coming back from the sun.

You follow the twisted path

to pass several magma rocks or so,

Follow the fireflies like stars in the sky,

guiding you to the right.

Peer over the mushrooms

past the rabbits

and bunnies hopping along

the three great stumps.

Listen for the roar of the bear

and you’ll know to take another

right turn.

Soon I’ll be back to my home sweet home

where I can dream,

I imagine as I feel the blazing heat

stroking my back,

I ventured out to the sun

only to find myself escaping,

the bright orange colour

popping in my eyes,

this is the secret to finding

your way back to my home

I yearn to see again,

but still a long ways to go.

Life is only great if you make it.

Is something I’d never state

I hate other’s success.

Striving to be better

Is pointless

Relying on others

Is my way of finding success

Working harder

Won’t benefit

In the end

Not working to my full extent

Is something so simple

Trying your best

Is something I don't believe in

Being irresponsible and selfish

Are what people say I am

Confident and independent

Is what people expect of me

Perfection

No one’s perfect

Rest and take breaks

I’ve let myself

Fall down the rabbit hole of laziness

I won’t

Admit my shortcomings and change

I try to

Find shortcuts

I don’t

Listen to constructive criticism and take corrections

There’s an empty void inside of me

Without confidence

Avoiding the problem will solve it

I don’t think

Life can be so much more

Why try more in life?

Winter water

Crashes on the shore

Engulfing the bony

Branch of your body

You sink downwards,

Struggling for air.

You dream to leave this frenzy.

The luminous undertow

Holds secrets so deep

That none has ever heard them.

The bursting white blossoms

Seems hopeless miles away.

Pain filling you,

You find your way lightwards,

You lungs screeching in protest

From the blue ribs

All the way to the sun.

Finally you emerge,

Only to find another wave

Pushing you down

Every wall is still water

The surface too far away

The soft strings are filled

With excessive nourishment.

Your stubby bones are freezing

Ice crawling over them.

Pumping your body

Full of fear.

The seeds of despair

Have been planted in your body.

You pump upwards

For just one last chance--

But, trailing a tiny bit of joy,

A dream that may come true,

Which saves you from

Your nastiest thoughts.

A shining sun

Gives way to

A glistening moon

It is as dark as chocolate cake

I would not say that

It is bright

Many

Not

One

Star shining from above

I can’t see in front of me

Not that

It is very bright

Sleepy

I am not

Ready to start

This is the end

There’s no way out

Chased down a dark alleyway

A shadowy figure pursues me

Caught in a trap

Leaping through the night

Fear courses through me

Then I see it

I find a bright streetlamp

The road is well lit

I’m at my house door

I traverse the stairs

Safety by the fireplace

I hate summer

And don’t even try to convince me that

It's the best season

I’m always sweating

In the heat

When school’s off in the summer

I can freely wander with my friends

When the heat outside sizzles the patio and

With the air conditioners broken,

All we can do is just to sit there and

I try to enjoy my melted ice cream cone

While shooing annoying bees away

When I can go to sleep later than usual in the summer

I usually end up with

A headache which

Is totally my favourite thing to do on break with

Mosquitoes trying to suck my blood

It really sucks

And you're never gonna hear me say that

I love summer

there’s no virus here

quicker than lighting

a flag

of golden stars and crimson fabric

was brought down

upon the greeting

of this phage

we all pushed our fears away

sent them gliding back to the sea

laughed at the thought

that it could hurt us too

while some of us enjoyed parties

they locked themselves at home

their little island

floating father away from our minds

unexpected as a mighty drought

an atlas

clouded with black germs

upon the greeting

of this phage

we shouldn’t have pushed our fears away

we should’ve taken them in

and prepared for the thought

that it could hurt us too

and so our doors slammed shut

we locked ourselves at home

because that little island

became the whole world

there’s a virus here.

adj. (of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure

yes, i will be a pit stop for the lonely. yes i will become the train stop people don't want to miss. yes they will look at me like a prize to claim: my friendship, my companionship, my light in my eyes. i will watch them lose interest in me as a person, little by little.

at 13 i can confidently tell you that this world is not kind to the young (or anyone for that matter) in friendships, love, or simply not drowning in our epidemic-like wave of cowardice.

worse than the plague.

but i refuse to believe that i will become the type of person who will stand and sob. i refuse to believe i’ll be weak enough to allow someone to force me to love them when they had no intention of loving me back, and i refuse to let them say something along the lines of i just had to try. i had to give it a chance. it was you after all.

i won’t break over something that isn’t romantic, or sweet, over someone that was so engulfed by my existence they had to risk breaking it for the sake of knowing they weren’t the one missing out.

i’m just so sorry if i refuse to contribute to this cowardice and grow to be strong enough to pick my own pieces off the floor and put myself back together like a puzzle. im sorry for having enough strength to say “no”.

but i guess my voice doesn’t matter.

i guess it doesn’t matter that i refuse to be selfish and a coward.

but let me tell you:

if they tell me that they just had to try, that they had to give it a chance, because it was me after all, then let me tell them this.

here

is the door. im holding it open for you like a true lady. go ahead, i no longer need you here to step on me. i am not a carpet in the grand hotel you stopped by one lonely christmas break. i no longer need someone here that stays because of how bright i glow then leaves because i rendered them blind.

i am not a coward and this right here is proof of it.

I am a girl.

With slim fingers

that love to run through

silky long hair.

Flawless smooth skin

soft to the touch,

complemented by

striking red

of velvety lips.

Elegant,

a porcelain doll

in a glass display case.

But sometimes I think,

I was meant to have

roughened fingers

ruffling an unkempt sea

of messy locks.

Able to fit

a 13 cent more pay

in functional jean pockets.

Meant to meet

the eyes of parents

who saw me with a

successful stable future

instead of as a dress up doll

merely meant to please

the opinions of others.

Ok maybe it’s not so bad,

sitting in a glass display case.

But sometimes it's tiring,

and I try to shatter the glass,

thinking,

I am not a girl.

Jolene,

Please help my man,

Don’t ride off into the setting sun with him

Just because you can.

I’ve seen better faces than yours.

What seems to entrance?

With strands of translucent hair

With earthy skin and empty eyes.

Your smile stretches from ear to ear,

Your teeth are cobblestone walls

Your voice is sharp like jagged glass

still you turn heads when most do not.

Jolene, Jolene,

Why do you wear that black robe

Why the hood over your face?

I’ve seen your stare,

Your hollow cheeks,

The red irises of your eyes.

I’ve seen the way you take others,

Why are you taking my man?

Jolene,

He curses your name at the sky,

With fragile legs and shaky fists

I tried to stop him

Yet he screams out “Why?”

You just can’t seem to leave his mind.

Jolene

In a way I can’t explain

You’re taking away my man

Through parasites and plaguing thoughts

He knows less and less of me

And all I can think of is him.

Jolene, Jolene,

If you were to take my man,

Please let me know first

So it’s not that dreaded call at work

Please let him rest his eyes.

Please don’t take him just because you can

whatever’s left of gods above granted you your gift

You have your choice of any soul,

But I might never feel again-

Don’t take him because you can.

Jolene,

He lies in wait for you

For your skeletal hands

your sweeping scythe.

There’s nothing I can do.

Jolene, come sit at his side with me

and watch his chest rise and fall

Jolene’s taking his hand,

I pray that the blow comes fast and soft.

Tomorrow I’ll wake up alone

With only distant memories of

you taking away my man.

The town did not believe in ghosts.

And no one could say otherwise that

they did.

Because some chose to believe

but the town knew the opposite,

so they say at least.

Ghosts weren’t real,

they couldn’t be real.

Noises and things that go bump in the night were explainable

the creaking

steps and

Up the

wind would blow in unrealistic ways but

Paranormal activities weren’t uncommon,

the town would not acknowledge them.

The fear for change rose, but

for at night

lingered

ghosts

in the streets

In the thumping rain,

Did people hear their calls?

they didn’t.

And no one could say otherwise that

The town believed in ghosts.

Two strangers

Returning to

Their respective homes

Both leaving for

The train that departs at dawn

Boarding amidst the morning fog

To another ordinary day

Through the long and weary journey

Both remain silent

Rather than talking to each other

They put on music in their earbuds

Until the twentieth day

After smiles and formal greetings

They resolve to small talks

Something is starting to change

They discover their similarities and many differences

Revealing their strengths and weaknesses

Wary of the future and afraid of moving forward

Suffocated by the fear of being alone

Day after day

They sit next to each other

Dozing off on each others’ shoulders

On the late-night train

Sharing sorrow and joy

And they whisper secrets

They pour their souls out

And they learn to trust

Placing each other above themselves

Grateful that they are

Boarding the same train

Two strangers who happened to be

At the right place

At the right time

A love story

Now begins

I love poems

And there will never be a day where I say

I hate writing this

Especially today with this palindrome poem

They are complicated codes

Line by line

They stick with you

They play with one’s minds

And some say that’s what makes it amazing

The end result will not be what you expected

From the moment you gifted yourself to the pages

You will not have your way with these poems

In a way that will give you goosebumps

The paper controls your pen and

Your pen controls you and

I love this feeling of conflict between you and your paper.

And Mr. Wong will never hear me say

I hate poems with a passion.

Always

shining down on her -

His love blazes like a phoenix

Emerging from their quarrels,

And enveloping her in a

Scorching daze.

His fiery yang

Was circled by her

Soft underbelly -

A simple dove. She gave

A slim twig here,

A single leaf there,

A wooden woven wreath laid upon his

Inferno hurricane.

Ragged breaths drawn and

Stronger winds blew

As his love became consumed,

Bottled in tighter than

Mount Vesuvius.

But all volcanoes

Explode.

And it did.

Too

Often.

His love imprinted on her

As the midnight blue sun, and

purple viole(n)t spots

that stitched themselves

Across her freckled fields of

Golden wheat,

smudging her shine

And covering her golden

light -

but nothing gold can stay

veiled for long,

she knew that fact.

Because she glows in gold.

For now he cowers behind the

rusty steel, and asks her:

“Did you ever love me” -

“Yes” she replies

“But never again”

Never.

I do not take pride in being Asian

And I refuse to say

I am Canadian.

“We are all different, and that’s OK”

Is never heard, but it’s often said that

“You all look the same”

Black hair, black eyes,

What they see me for is

Set in stone,

This label is attached to me.

I don’t believe

When people look at me,

They try to be inclusive, diverse, respectful,

What’s on the inside is

not important, but

What’s on the outside is

I don’t belong here.

And I’ll never believe

I have a place

“Being unique is accepted”

is a lie, and

“My identity is a mistake”

Until we change perspectives.

As I see you through the window

I remind myself that

My voice is currency and

Your comfort isn’t worth my silence

My eyes gaze past your face

My hands are cold and numb

I can’t bring myself to love that grin of yours

And then for just a moment

I reminisce on memories

When our eyes were as bright as the sun

When nothing existed outside birthdays and snow

I smile for

My mind begins to clear

With you in the window

I tell myself I’m forgiving