Ending.

The childhood of a human being lasts less than a lifetime. The child may still be alive inside hiding from the scary adult world that surrounds them, but the adult that had always been inside the child is released to create a new life. Wondering how the world works is the most important thing a person has to do on a day-to-day basis. We end our lives within a second, same as it begins. We spend the first 18 years of our life learning the foundation for which shapes the rest of our lives. Oh to joy, the dreaded years they are, but turn out to be one of the best times of you're life.

From Pre-K to Senior year, those comments of being upset or down, rage threw our mouths on a day to day basis. Upset in the will that the year drags on, and waking up early every day keeps you tired indefinitely. The power be to the person you are. Being whether or not you like the daily schedule you are faced with throughout those, 14 or so years or if you understand the point of such slow paced learning. If you understand, you come to accept the fact that school is better than no school and that the daily schedule is just life. You get breaks, many of them, why need more.

As that child progresses into an adult in the early teen years, the childhood is slowly become a term instead of reality. The play toys are put on the shelf, the bicycle is thrown in the shed, and the towel is no longer a cape. I, being a teen, know for a fact that the child is only lost due to the thirst for popularity. As you may know, some kids want is to be, in term "popular" and of course, get the girls, win the games, and go to parties. Releasing the crazy kid inside of you is something you do in private or with your close friends. In modern society people are more open to being themselves, keeping the child alive, and still staying humanly popular.

You will in the end know that those years, though they may be terrible due to boy drama, girl drama, or even your own drama, they will always be the best time of your life. Remembering the parties and the friends, or even just the satisfaction of getting an A on the last test of the year is enough to get you through the years in the rest of your life. Teens, let the child go, be yourself and enjoy the person you are .  

Among the Cloud

Morn a well, find it thous instinct,

Doth bringeth the water and rain,

Knelt a prayer, beneath thine stone,

place thy sweet smell to the ground.

Fall'st among the grim and grime,

leaning toward bitter longing,

learnest they dearest treasure,

from thine souls eye.

Loss to thine powerful one,

beith the one who's to lose,

filled with gods memories,

how to beith the truth.

Dost thou beith your sweet future,

in the clouds beyond the stars,

morn a well, by thous instinct,

live the life into thy greatest. 

Slip past greater morrow,

Hast cause many bitter sorrow,

Hath falling towards sad evening, 

for to beith a gentle meaning.

Greatness crushed beneath thine soul,

Hath grow past gods wretched coal,

brought from thine truth, beware,

but caused for many peoples care.

A mutilated soul falling to the ground,

Buried behind rubble which once, was not there.

Born among to beginning thought, lie,

twas the truth in thine mother's eyes,

hast brought the most unholy false,

to you're bleeding, liberated, pulse. 

You now live among the stars, in the clouds, above the earth,

falling for the truth that beith wrong.

Bubbles

The bubbles blew out of the bright pink wand and into the warm summer air. A close by gush of a sprinkler filled the yard with thousands of drops of water. The grass was dark green with patches of dead grass, burnt by the sun. Chalk drawings of people and houses dusted across the small driveway. The smell of flowers filled my nose with the sweet aroma of home.

I stood in my bathsuit on the slippery grass. Five, four, three, two, one! Freezing cold water blasted against my bare back and dripped down my already cold legs. I ran into the sun for a few moments and then bolted back to my spot in line. The sprinkler would hit little John, Hannah, then me. John would run away before the water could get him. Hannah would stand there pretending like nothing happend, until the sprinkler got stuck and sprayed her for at least a minute. After that, she ran away, soaked.

Out of knowhere, Grandpa appeared with a squirt gun. I grabbed my water gun and snuck behind the tree in the center of the yard. "Ready or not, here I come!" He shouted. I blasted him on the side of the head with a long stream of cold water. He shivered and squirted me in the tummy. We battled it off for a long time before he called surrender. He was drenched from his head to his toes. He ran inside to dry off. Soon after, Grandma opened the door to the back porch. Glasses of lemonade and cookies for us were in her small hands. We ran and dried off and then sat on that shaded porch for a while, enjoying the
time we had left there.

"I'm so glad you're here today, cause tomorrow WE HAVE to go and fly away." We sang as we she walked back into the house.

Depression

A tragedy set forth by a romantic passion that ends with death. Dost not mean the tragedy of romance but the tragedy of the world. Thy most deathly loss will spill the surplus of bloods from across the lands and break thou dearest acquaintances hearts. Thine hearts will be set on thous sleeve and lovers truly will become star-crossed. War will rage on throught the lands. Be he warriors alive, be he warriors dead.

For tis a new saying in thou land of my fathers:

"Tis not thou duty to throw thyself in the arms of love, but thy true test of the nearest future. "

Johanna lie on thee balcony where her heart was once lost to the wind. A slim of quiet utters a sound loudest to thy older ears. A scream from Johanna to thy great world hovering beneath her. Thou's thoughts of pure encouragement ended the wonderous affairs of her gift. Insane with guilt of thy sadness commensing within night.

"Save me from the darkness that incases my mind and holds in the sadness that the mirrors are deperately trying to reflect!"

Falling into sounds unheard with grace. Spinning in circles twisting good songs to evil doing. Thine spirit leaders falling to her needs. Love tis not the cause of such harm but the factor. No known cure resulting a buried head beneath where should not go. Off to thee end to the world unaffair. Cure beith death besides the life that falls below the stars. Above. thee only choice worth looking after, to see whats said.

Now slipping off into a sleep, Johanna fly to the stars with the help of thine lords true prayer.