1. Fantasy
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. malaikat on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate menulis about it. That's fine! All anda need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. malaikat on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate menulis about it. That's fine! All anda need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain becomes our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying oleh their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will cinta start?
The hari we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The hari we cinta too much to kill
The hari others' pain becomes our pain
The hari we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the pahit wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
bernyanyi its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined oleh others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the pahit wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
bernyanyi its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined oleh others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn