Notes to you.

Random Poetry is little short snippets of poetry I create either from inspiration or just out of the blue. Just like the title, random poetry, lol

Enjoy ! ♡

And have a fantastic day and a beautiful night ! ☾☼

Love isn’t always loud.

Sometimes, it slips in quietly-

Through a smile,

A shared silence,

A text that says “let me know when you’re home.”

And Heartbreak?

It rarely comes crashing in.

Most times, it fades slowly,

Like forgetting the sound of someone’s laugh

You swore you’d remember forever.

Each chapter marks a phase.

Of falling in love,

Of misunderstanding.

Of falling apart.

Of trying to move on.

And, eventually,

Of learning how to love yourself again.

This is a beautiful and bitter part of my life,

Open on paper.

I Hope it helps yours beat a little easier

.

-The Phoenix

Yet another collection of poetry, with bits of everything. Including the longing for youthful ignorance and the continuous fear of growing old.

Enjoy xx

The Canadian government has been discriminating against First Nations children for many years. Currently, First Nations children, families, and communities don’t get the services they need, including for education. What’s even more horrifying is the fact that many children are being taken from their loving families and put into foster care, which is horrifically traumatic. This is my Have a Heart Day letter to the Canadian government asking them to stop discriminating against First Nations children and to start treating them justly. Please read it, and send one of your own. If you want to do more research, go to http://fncaringsociety.com.

Am afraid the test results are In, the doctor began, his voice grave. And they reveal an alarming truth: you have been overdosed on a dangerous substance.

"Naimah's thought was spinning out of control. Overdosed ? How could that be possible? She hadnt taken any drugs, she was sure of it . So how could she be possibly overdosed  on something?

a dive into the mind of a lost, confused soul struggling with society and self imposed rules. why does anything matter? am i real?

This is a true story, not a work of fiction. This is the story of an overdose I encountered and what I we all did to help.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to increase their funding to Gavi, the global organization that gives free childhood vaccines to poor children so that they can be protected from deadly diseases. They do not have nearly enough funding.

This is the true story of my bus ride home from school one day. The story of a man speaking his truth to the world.

A new technology is born: brainwave control, together with the fully immersive game Real World.Drako Yau, chairman and lead game designer of Jubilant Games, was about to release the open beta of the game he had has been developing for years when Real Worldlaunched. The more he looked into it, the more questions he had: the map, background, game mechanics, and many more; almost everything seemed identical to the game he designed.

Out of curiosity and bitterness, he enters the game, only to find that he cannot log out of it. He now has to struggle in what appears to be a game, with his life on the line.

Translator: PenWeaver

Original Work: 遊戲之道 by Maple Shing

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A Polish short story:A young woman named W. faces difficult everyday life. She cannot find her way in a world dominated by work and responsibilities, with a constant lack of time and anything that would give her a sense of meaning. Moreover, in the opinion of the local community, she leads a perfect life. One summer everything changes when she has a special conversation.

Polish description:Młoda kobieta o imieniu W. mierzy się z trudną codziennością. Nie potrafi odnaleźć się w świecie zdominowanym przez pracę i obowiązki, przy ciągłym braku czasu i czegokolwiek, co dawałoby jej poczucie sensu. W dodatku w opinii lokalnej społeczności wiedzie idealne życie. Wszystko zmienia się pewnego lata, gdy odbywa jedyną w swoim rodzaju rozmowę.