Bravery is something not many have or are afraid to show. It is what makes one strong. The kind of bravery one thinks of when you hear the word is the kind that Firefighters, Policeman, Pilots and Military personnel obtain but that's not what I think of. I think of the child fighting cancer. The single mother who sacrifices her time to support her family. The single father who gives his child all the love his mother couldn't. A child who stops bullying from happening. A teacher who saves a life. That's bravery!

At first it was torture

Killing me with each breath I took

Scarring my heart,

Trying to piece it back together

Every thought engulfed by you

All objects bringing me back

Back to the person who hurt me

I'm getting better though

I can't tell if I'm healing

Or giving into the pain

I doesn't hurt when I hear your name

Or when I see you on the street

It's almost like a weights been lifted of my shoulders

Knowing I finally let you go has helped me a lot

Because now I know I can be happy without you

So I want to thank you

Thank you for healing my pain

Lucifer thought smugly, "Here it is, 2015 on Earth, the age of science, technology, and spiritual skepticism, and here I have maintained control over humanity's consciousness and fate these past 20,000 years - and the best part of it is that the world's most powerful agents and institutions are my mere puppets, and only mine, and so, there is no hope for goodness and decency to overcome my domination and will."

It hurts

I'm hurting

There's pain in my chest and I can't get enough breath and I'm forgetting how to breathe

My head throbs

My eyes burn

And I can't figure out how

to get my damn fingers to work

Moths are gnawing at the pit of my stomach and making

their way up my throat

and into the light

The light in my eyes

When I'm with you

But there's too much pain

It's overwhelming

I can't think

I'm folding in on myself

Drowning in bittersweet emotions

I'm withering away

And I'm about to sink

The Library of Alexandria, the Garden of Eden, and Tony Stark's lab all in one. Books, books, books, everywhere. Old books, new books, small books, big books, every single genre, every single flavor, every single fulcrum along the literary spectrum imaginable. Can't leave out crystals and plants. As much diversity in and abundance of crystals and plants in this most utopian work environment as there is diversity in and abundance with literature. You cannot tell if you are in the most beautiful and epic library imaginable, or the most beautiful and epic garden imaginable. But then there's the third element to consider - technology. The Shire wouldn't be optimally fun without a little Gandalf. So now imagine as much diversity in and abundance of technology within this space as with the first two elements, and now imagine that these three elements are harmonized, integrated, blended, fused, woven together so seamlessly and elegantly such that the feng shui effect is indistinguishable from heaven itself.

today I turned six years old

and my cake melted on the porch

beneath candle flames dying like the sun in the evening

today I learned the meaning of cold

it wasn't an ice cube down your back

that was a relief around here if anything

today I heard sound of his hand across her cheek

and I knew that was what it meant to freeze

it wasn't sweet like a popsicle

it was nauseating as heat stroke

but with the bite of a rattlesnake

I clapped my hands over my ears watching the sky change color through the screen door

and I pretended that the muffled sounds

was someone singing happy birthday to me

today I turned six years old

and I learned to cut my own cake

and and how to eat alone

Last night, at 9 pm, two men came to our door trying to sell vacuum cleaners. They were nice and got invited in, but mother was worried. She didn't think they were just two men trying to sell vacuums so late at night. One man, an older gentleman, left the other, a college student, to attempt to sell us their product. It was a good looking vacuum and worked great, it could even blow up air mattresses and balloons. It had a plunger and many attachments to it that would come in handy, (though the one to blow up balloons is a little much, yeah?) but something was off (and i don't mean about the vacuum.) As the night went on we came to find that there was a big black van circling the neighborhood, dropping guys off at various houses to "sell vacuums" at 9 pm. They were scouting out the different houses, or that's how it looked. A couple houses down from where I live a house was broken into and robbed only a few weeks ago, so everyone was on edge. My grandfather was called and came over, pistol in pocket, ready for whatever the situation called for. Does that sound extreme? If you were there you might not think so. After a whole hour the college student left, without a vacuum sold, and took the shady black van with him.

After they were finally out of sight we took the kids out from where they were crouching and sat them all down for a "family meeting." I'm sure all of you are familiar with those. About ten to fifteen minutes into our meeting we get a call from our grandfather. He said there are police cars and ambulances heading up this way. Mom was furious and distressed. "Yeah it's probably just a coincidence." She said bitterly. "Because coincidences are a dime a dozen!" She screamed. Now everyone was in distress.

Mother and father went to go see if they could figure out why the police and ambulances were called. We got the kids all in one bed and watched a movie. We put in Mr. Bean's Holiday, hoping to drown out the blaring sirens with laughter.

Mother and father came back with the news:

two little girls (a ten and a four year old) died in a house fire. The father went off the work and the mother left the two children alone. The father will go to jail for neglect and possibly for unintentional manslaughter.

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damn tired of this world.