TashiCat

When people say I can’t be friends With people on the Internet, Well I just cannot comprehend How we’re not allowed to connect. The dictionary even states We don’t need physical contact To meet, to greet and become mates So I see no problem with that. Yes, I have friends “in real life” Yes, we hang out, they’re amazing But my online friends are alive Even if there’s no embracing. Sometimes real hugs are hard to find When you absolutely need them. Ping! A message says something kind: “I’m here for you”. I smile then. I don’t just see words on the screen As we call online, talk

Stupid, perfect Amber thinks she's so great with no freckles on her cheeks, making me look like a freak! Amber makes the boys' knees go weak with hair, body and eyes that's found in a dream. I just want to scream! So I'll plot a scheme, explore ways of exposing her cruelty and end her reign of promiscuity. Behind all her beauty lies a dirty reason for her pride not even an umbrella can hide. Her ugliness will be shown worldwide! Everyone will strike her like a comet, her name will make people vomit! It'll be great if she'll commit to making herself disappear, after all she's a disgusting smear. When she'll finally die, I will cheer. My

Carefully composing and constructing a rhyme Just as my English teacher taught me at school. Our marches will be a reminder for those at the top. You may have blocked our light. But we won't be put into a box and stopped. We have our ancestors to thank for fighting in the name of those who cried "freedom"!

Once upon a summer I notice the park's serenity under the moon's silver glow. I can only make out the edges and water's reflections as I sit by the foot of the willow tree, scribbling in my book the whispers of the crickets, the grass and wind. It's a strange yet peaceful time of the night to walk in the dark. I wonder what the words on the paper will mean the next morning.