A golden meadow, filled with flowers Sunflowers, daisies, one could cower Underneath the shining sun I laugh with joy, my life filled with fun Slowly I fall, softly hitting the ground In the blink of a second, I’m lying down I get up, finding the meadow lost I’m surrounded by roses, but at a very high cost The shining sun, the never-ending prairies  Now shining jewels, the ambiance being eternally dreary Is it better for society, I could say quite so What is better for me, that I only somewhat know To leave the meadow, I consider much better To leave the prairie, I don’t agree with a single letter Being stuck in this jewel-clad forest, magical for others as it is Magic for me is to be in the prairie, something I might actually miss

  A room opens up to me, as I stare at the fire in it I jump out, it’s not right, choosing is like getting hit I cannot stay in the doorway, or else I’d get pushed in one The feeling so hard, my mind makes me want to run Another door gets pushed outwards, I expect to stare in alarm Though, I must say it could not have me succumbed to its charms Filled with ice, as solid as can be It is the only one that I can survive in, I must remorsefully think and agree Jumping in, sadness dwells in me Why must I do this, I think, wanting to be free    

  The light, so gently shown The door, so near to me Alas, was it meant for me I don’t know But I go back into the freezing snow Buried, the sound of the chirping bird hits me Covered, I push myself up Perhaps I could let my feelings be Yet I know I must stand back on my feet Month to month, year to year I pass through both doors One filled with glee one filled with fear It is as if I am stuck on a boat with no oars

  A box, so dark, so shut, so lost Yet, a jewel shines so very bright in the box Like light, it falls in and cheers up the spot Soon time passes going on, and on The light flashes and gets pulled out alas The box, once again, is deprived of its previous awe And remorsefully, goes back to the box so dark, and so lost

The treacherous deeds break out from under The salty drop falls below Negativity surrounds, breaking the thunder All is a puzzle, and so is ones soul A river comes gushing out, rage overcomes A stone falls down on the path, and it ends the stream of water A sound cracks in two, and it falls down All is done, and there is not even a sound The glass so thin Easy to push over Rebuilt from in, and it rises over

    Chapter 1: Iris peeped out of the window. Her short locks of hair were gently swaying. Her large eyes met with a faint rainbow appearing on the horizon. She sighed with sorrow- most evident in her; and the reason why she had this sorrow was most confusing. She had everything, from materialistic objects to almost perfect traits. Her family was kind, and often very entertaining, while she was continuously surrounded by friends. She held her hands together and recommenced her staring. What she awaited was most unequivocally not just the presence of company. Rather, what she awaited was, even if the tiniest bit, of change. Her exhilarating schedule was presumed to be invigorating, yet none would realize it wouldn’t remain as such as it was now becoming a quotidian one. As for her, she believed her daily life as very tedious, and perceived that something enchanting would come along sooner or later. Her thoughts were abruptly suspended, as she felt a different sensation course t...