aditi's simple thoughts (original)

In and out And about again Weaving through life's Shenanigans Boil and bubble Each new trouble Cycle through day By day By day

A friend A saviour A chauffeur A guide An enemy A curse A gift An equal

We meet again My dear old friend, In the land of peace and sun. We met when I Was born anew, Thirsty for a mother's love. We meet right now As the sun goes down Along with my final breath. And we'll meet once more At life's open door To start all over again.

Knowing the  Unknown I'd rather face The tortures of Hell Than live to tell tales of nothing I'd rather know How twisted the world is Than live blind to all mistakes I'd rather feel The sting of pain Than be blissfully unaware And thus Be one To Knowing the unknown

Snow falling, Landing on the shingled overhangs, Sticking like glue; A small piece of A large puzzle.

Maybe if, We all gave A little more time From our Lives, The world Would be A b etter Place.

A poem that has been sitting in my Google Docs for quite a while now. Written fro a prompt given to the class by my fifth grade teacher: What is your most treasured item and why? It was originally a piece of prose, but I turned it into poetry instead. Pencil Long, Hard, Easily broken. Grows shorter As it's used. Expressing Freely, Making its mark. Never ending color Gracing each sheet. Line by line, Shape by shape, Word by word, A pencil that can change the world.