the sky’s purple like the bruises
that bloom on my leg in February

the month where everything seems to get better

the air’s crisp

like the apples i left in the fridge when i was little
and when i breathe in

it feels like taking a bite

in winter i’m sad 

all the time 

but today,
i think i’ll eat my apple
walk home to February

Dear President Biden,

For 17 years, I've heard parents, teachers, and world leaders like yourself have emphasized the same message over and over again to my generation: the future is in your hands. Growing up, this message encouraged us to take charge of our lives. It stressed that we could shape our destiny. Nothing else could determine our path.
But in a world where environmental problems have worsened to a point where even a future is uncertain, this saying...

Dear President Biden,

For 17 years, parents, teachers, and world leaders like yourself have emphasized the same message over and over again to my generation: the future is in your hands. Growing up, this message encouraged us to take charge of our lives. It stressed that we could shape our destiny. Nothing else could determine our path.
But in a world where environmental problems have worsened to a point where even a future is uncertain, this saying becomes less...

So kind to me.
To funny for anyone to handle
Excellent and making people laugh
Lights up a room with the smile.
Laughter of Stella is amazing
Amazing at being a toddler 

THREE WORDS. EIGHT LETTERS. SAY IT AND I’M YOURS.
    The gas station billboard stared into our windshield while we waited at the traffic light, tall black letters twisting and stretching as rain coursed down the pane. The salad of city lights blinked at us, vibrant, blurry.
    When Harlem saw it he said it was terribly cliche. It was cliche. It was the stuff of songs and novellas and overly-peppy commercials and a bunch of other things that he couldn’t stand....

Few years ago. 
I was 9.
I had only been alone for like- an hour.
But I felt so mature.
Until 5 minutes had passed. 
Then I felt terrified.
My mom is one of my favorite people. 
I cried.
I was so scared.
I ran to her room.
Opened the door.
And went into her dresser.
Took at her hoodie. 
Put it on.
I think of that a lot. 
Makes me smile a lot. 
Even if I don't like life...

Credit to Hello, i'm a candy shop of writin'

What do you think about humanity?
     I don't know...mostly bad things.
Favorite plant?
     Some kind of tree.
Disney or no?
     Nope.
Do you like hoodies or jackets more
     Hoodies definitely. Zippers are annoying.
Favorite hobby?
    Does reading count?
Things people do not know about you?
     That I am terrified of most of them. Also about half the people...

Tell me how much of myself I should give to make this world better,

Tell me how many more bones should I break and how far I should let my heart fracture,

Tell me how long I should keep on speaking, and how much longer I should remain silent,

Tell me how many more burdens should I carry and how many more tears I should suppress and…
when to breathe.

I was born flesh, blood and bone,
Fragile and far...

J’aimerais que vous puissiez voir tout ce que vous êtes dans mes yeux. Vous êtes belle, rare et extraordinaire. Votre voix est comme une cloche et vos yeux sont d’un bleu profond. Vos cheveux sont doux, foncés et brillants. Tu es gracieux comme un cygne, ta beauté de colombe. Votre nom ne ressemble à aucun autre, et votre voix pourrait briser les visages les plus merveilleux. Je te connais quelque part, que tu sois un homme ou une femme ou...

THREE WORDS. EIGHT LETTERS. SAY IT AND I’M YOURS.
    The gas station billboard stared into our windshield while we waited at the traffic light, tall black letters twisting and stretching as rain coursed down the pane. The salad of city lights blinked at us, vibrant, blurry.
    When Harlem saw it he said it was terribly cliche. It was cliche. It was the stuff of songs and novellas and overly-peppy commercials and a bunch of other things that he couldn’t stand....

Tell me how much of myself I should give to make this world better,

Tell me how many more bones should I break and how far I should let my heart fracture,

Tell me how long I should keep on speaking, and how much longer I should remain silent,

Tell me how many more burdens should I carry and how many more tears I should suppress and…
when to breathe.

I was born flesh, blood and bone,
Fragile and far...

J’aimerais que vous puissiez voir tout ce que vous êtes dans mes yeux. Vous êtes belle, rare et extraordinaire. Votre voix est comme une cloche et vos yeux sont d’un bleu profond. Vos cheveux sont doux, foncés et brillants. Tu es gracieux comme un cygne, ta beauté de colombe. Votre nom ne ressemble à aucun autre, et votre voix pourrait briser les visages les plus merveilleux. Je te connais quelque part, que tu sois un homme ou une femme ou...

things are wrong with me
there is darkness
                          dripping
                                       slipping
                                                   through my fingers, and it hurts me

the way it hurts feels almost good ...

He never wanted to take me in after my parents died, but he was the only family I had left, and I wasn’t old enough to be out on my own. But what if I could change the past? What if I could go back and convince my parents not to take that fatal drive, and thus change everything that happened after? Both my grandfather and I would be much happier, I’m sure. Not that my existence in this house...

Dear Prime Minister Trudeau,
 
   The world was burning, cities sinking, the smell of death pungent in the polluted air. 
 
   It sounds like something that would be described in a dystopia book. A nightmarish reality that holds humanity in shackles. It scares me that this fiction is becoming fact. 
 
   My name is Annika. I’m fourteen years old and determined to make sure the above does not become an irreversible truth. 
 
   The first time I learned about...

Dear President Buhari,
I am 18 years old and I support protecting our climate. Our Earth has warmed to 1.15°C, the concentration of CO2 is as high as 400ppm and we are at the tipping point of experiencing climate change's aggravating impacts.
Nigeria is facing climate change crisis with about 66.9% of households lacking access to basic clean water due to water scarcity, 63.83% of Nigeria's land area is overlaid with desertification and a sequence of flooding events during the...

Love yourself they tell me.
But how can I do that when I feel worthless?

Love yourself they tell me
But how can I do that when I am ugly.?

Love yourself they tell me 
But how can I do that when I feel have people telling me things that make my head race.

Love yourself they tell me.
But how can I do that when I am already obsessed with somebody

Love yourself they tell me.
But how can...

​i love you

I love your eyes, which are indescribably enchanting, a warm window into your soul of soft earth and chocolate brownies. 
I love the way your nose looks sort of like a mushroom, and the way it crinkles when you're cranky.
I love your laugh, its signature inflection to it, and the fact that I'll never ever get tired of it.
I love the way your smile lights up my whole world.
I love how cute you...