He loves us all!

It began with the first

Looking into the big world

The brightness of it.

Rain and a rainbow,

With the sun and the grey clouds

Can more than me see?

There is a goodness

But eating that is darkness

It eats at my soul.

But it will not win,

The brightness holds me high up,

It still defends me.

And I must ask, why?

Why defend me, I'm no good,

I have done wrong, why?

He says he loves me,

A tall mighty tower stands,

Protection is mine.

"I love everyone.

I protect everyone too."

He talks like the truth.

"Why would I watch pain,

The whole is world in my hands,

Why sit and not help?

"I will not leave you,

Though you walk through the darkness,

I am far stronger.

"I will carry you

Forever and much longer,

You won't fight alone."

So in this dark day,

However long it might last,

I am in the light.

I may not see it,

But it keeps me from the worst,

For he loves us all.

The Window Chime

A cold breeze filling the night,
The coldness between days,
And some people would say,
"What is so bad?"
They don't see things my way.

Another night,
The screams, the pain,
They say all it is is time,
And all night as the clock ticks by,
I hear distress and the window chime.

They see the scars,
I see the past.
They say I'm being stupid,
I know I am lost,
Lost in a world polluted.

Maybe I am wrong,
But how could that be,
The world I see,
It feels so real,
It always has to me.

Every night and every day,
Whether I am on earth
Or in this new place,
All the time, the window chime
Singing at its own pace.

This is my life,
Slow, confusing,
And they don't understand
How it is to be me,
Living in my own fairly land.

Everyday, drops of blood,
Floods of tears,
Counting the years,
The years go by and still I ask why,
Why are there so many fears?

The Exam

When all is so cold
I understand why the warmth is so important.
When there is no rain
I know why it is we have to have rain.
The reason we fall
Is to pick ourselves up.
We fail
So that we can learn.
We lose
So we can keep safe.
We cry
So we can understand true happiness.
We die
So we know what it is to truely live.

I don't know about anyone else
But isn't life like everything else.
It is the biggest test,
We learn, we fall, 
We cry.
And if life is a test,
There is something after the exam,
Something rewarding and greater.

All tests we learn,
We revise,
We practice,
We will fail
Until we get it right.
It is then when see
That the test is so easy,
We open the envelope
The mixture of expectation,
Worry and mystery.
We may fail,
But everyone still loves us,
We may pass,
If you do the right thing
Then the test becomes easy,
But either way
The end of that
And something far greater is beyond.

Shooting Star

The shooting star,

Bright in the sky,

Not only stars we can see,

The universe.

We are so small,

It is scary,

We aren't even a dot,

We don't know where we are.

But a light in the sky,

A fast white line,

Gone so fast,

It is so beautiful.

Something you may forget,

Something looks so small,

But you see it close,

It is so big,

Even more beautiful,

Even more detail.

You don't forget that.

You may forget seeing a person,

But you don't forget what they did.

We are like a shooting star,

We may do a good thing,

They don't remember you,

But what they did.

You are beautiful by what you do.

Use beauty for god,

Don't be the shooing star that destroys the world,

But the one that makes someone smile,

The one that makes people shout.

Someone may not see you,

Someone who is looking,

But someone will see you.

Deep Red Velvet

It had been a long day, and these days had come far to often. It felt like no one really cared about her anymore. Everyone had been getting more and more distant from her, as though they were sitting on a splitting ice burg and she had been sitting on the other side of the split, all on her own, both parts moving in the opposite direction from each other.
It felt worse everyday of that week, no one she could talk to, though her friends all knew that she was cutting herself, she still couldn't take much seriously and just tried to avoid those situations with these people.
The days continued where there is nothing left good to see, and all negative thoughts taking control. Nothing could have gone worse, other than the thought that life is completely pointless and the continuous feeling that no one actually cares and no one would miss her after death.  But was it true, nothing could convince her otherwise, and no one ever seemed to help, especially in the most desperate of situations.
It felt like the ice burg had completely melted away, drifting into warmer seas, where everything starts to melt and everything feels more exposed, the other half staying as strong as it had started off with, and that one girl, floating in the ocean, no protection, no one to help her, and the drifting away that never wanted to end, forever trapped in the sea, and everyday, that feeling rose inside of her, with everyone else, safely finding land, and for her, surrounded by sharks, only one thing could help.
And although it doesn't solve any problems, it helps get over the stress and the overwhelming emotions that flooded her head in negative feelings, and the overpowering sensation to lock away the emotions and be filled with slight feelings of joy and gaining control again for that short period of time. 
The desire to be back to where she was flooded in her mind, though she had tried to prevent any harm to herself, she couldn't stop. Talking to a toy helped in some situation where she could get everything off of her chest, but it came too much.
And so it happened, with the strong sensation that it was the only option, blood poured out from her arm, like a deep red velvet.
The stinging sensation from it was bearable, calming her down slightly, and as she calmed down enough, bandaged the cut.
Though calmed down, the pain never really escaped her, it had been pushed back for another day, to come back and haunt her.
And yet, she still couldn't talk to the people she was close to, nothing went right, nothing was right. 
Tears of fear poured down her face, back to the beginning, back to the ice burg. Back to that split in the ice.

Sam the Onion

Once upon a time there was an onion. He was a nice onion, but there was something about him that made him different. He was one of those onions that liked to go on adventures. No other onion would even dream of going on an adventure, too dangerous they say. This onion was called Sam. Yes, it is an odd name for an onion, usually they would be called Bill, Jeremiah or even Kevin. One day it was announced that the princess onion was kidnapped, Sam suddenly thought, 'I must go and save the princess.' It was made clear that the most evil of onions, the mighty red onion, had kidnapped her. He wanted the princess to be traded for the mighty red onion to rule the land, Oniontopia. Sam set off on the adventure with only a carrot sword and a potato slice shield. On this adventure he met many and saw much he learnt of the mighty red onion's whereabouts and set off to go to him. He had an army, Sam needed an army so he requested that the king gave him one, he also told the king to not let his kingdom go. So he kept the kingdom, still very worried about his daughter and let Sam have the army he needed. On the journey he had to fight, he had to lose onions but he had to keep moving forward. Eventually, he reached the tomato soup volcano. And it was there that time changed. The war began, Sam had to find his way to the centre, so using his skills, he killed the red onions and got through, the war still raged, Sam got to the dungeon where the princess was being held. He freed her. If Sam was the onion legends spoke of, the princess and himself could save the kingdom and defeat the mighty red onion. Together they fought to get to the mighty red onions lair and then the real battle begun. The sword of onion legends came to them and they were able to fight the might red onion properly. Swing after swing, hit after hit. They were focused and with their fear, they fought their way to victory. All of the onion land cheered and everything was back to normal. All was happy and the princess and Sam married and had lots of onions. They made good soup. The End.

The first post

I am someone who loves to write, at college I am studying physics, maths and psychology. I like to write as a hobby not as something I have to do. I tend to rant a lot, and I'm not kidding. I have written short stories before which are very much like children stories. I have written really sad, depressing stories and poems which have reflected on how I feel. I have written some happy stories and poems to cheer me up or because I am feeling really good at that time. I think it is fun. I can be creative with ideas, I have made up stories on the spot when I have been out with friends and made them play along. Leafland is one I made last year, haven't done much recently, but I still have ideas. I am meant to be writing a story for a friend this year and another friend is going to do the illustrations, so that is something I have to do soon. But for now I will be writing short stories and poems going through which will go through different themes, and I can't forget those rants on humans an doors and cheese. And some stories can make no sense and could be completely random. Here's a monkey.