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TOWARDS THE NIGHT Everyday as the sun rises So does the spirit of my heart Something inside me that thrives To shine as much as bright. With hope inside so high Wishing for the day to last One storm, and the darkness swarms And pushes my spirit down. I long to see the other side Of this endless loop of feeling Is the grass really greener? I just want to take a look. I have been trapped in a prison For as long as I can remember For when lack of faith exists The key is lost somewhere. And as the sky begins to darken, I extend an arm and reach out To the stars, I wish to end this and be free As I slowly begin to ascend into the night.

Return The clock strikes at the hour of midnight Those cold clammy fingers come into sight, One more soul, and one more person Is returning back to the world tonight. Fingers covered in mud, cracking bones With the sound of one painful groan, Arose from one in a comb of stones. Empty eyes reach out to the top, With an eager heart that stopped, Another head willing to return to dream One more step, as it climbed atop. It climbed out ready to own its urn, The sound of the stones ready to turn, One more soul shall always return.

Enough Been pushing myself till my bones break But they still point out even the tiniest mistakes They'll always keep asking for more and more They just never want to ever see me soar. Everybody wants something more than enough But what if I am already something I love? No one ever has the desire and need to understand But I know that I wont ever meet their demands. Will I ever look into the mirror and like what it displays? The sun is a constant nightmare during the day For those who feel good about themselves during the night And enjoy every moment when the moon shines bright. Will I cease to find the good in me? Will I turn blind even when my eyes can see? The whole world will never ever have enough They'd still want more even when the time is rough.

 PAPER BOATS Flowing down waters, my yellow one Paper creases folded, flowing on Without an end and no clue Not knowing where it' ll end up. Perhaps on the coast of Hawaii Perhaps on the coast of Japan Without, a worry flowing downstream Filled with my hopes and dreams. With a pace that's strong as the wind It passes through the hills and the plains But little did I know that once in the sea The crashing waves tore the little one apart.

 Inventor Fast and swift does the ink flow Words those are lush and vivid Rests for a minute not, the wrist Life is born new in pages of white.   Let the eager wings take flight And fly into limitless thoughts Let the thoughts form into words Let the words turn into emotions.   Reality takes place in imagination The mind shall create new souls Saviours born out of sentences The heart is faster with each letter.   The subconscious is filled with ideas Fiction strikes the pen like a levin What the mind conceived was born The sound of a sharing soul set to the ear.   What the mind sees, so does the eye The creativity shall be a new vision Where the seed is to be colourful So be the plant sown by the creator.   -Erica Anahtreek

My worth I am so sad and tired I am so hurt and teary I am so sick of all of them Telling me I am not as good as you.   All my hopes and dreams All my ambitions and love Useless they are I feel When they tell me I am not as good as you.   What’s the use of my name? What’s the use of my identity? When all of them are satiated in Telling me I am not as good as you.   When my heart leaps up with satisfaction Just when my heart leaped up with love They pull me down with depression Telling me I am not as good as you.   I hope for that one fine day in the sky When I am hearing the words of victory Not victory over others, but over myself When they stop telling me I am not as good as you.   The people who teach me everyday Are beginning to have a wrong way If only one single soul would just stop Telling me I am not as good as you.   What is the value of intelligence? When my heart is just as virtu...