Ironeida

= Vegetarian Ways =

Seeing the piece of meat atop the plate getting ripped to shreds the small girl gasps to see such a sight the knife like a saw the girl could not bare to watch any longer her face pale as soy milk there was such sadness in her widened eyes "I'm so sorry." she whispered.

The meat is happily sitting on its throne but why the sad face child? I know that facial expression all too well do not pity me young one for I am very healthy and nutritious for you I soon won't remember much but it's a pleasure to be picked to eat there goes one piece and look, there goes another "I'm so sorry." this clueless child spoke.

= The Flame =

a layer of skin red strawberry frosting on a cake a warm quilt a thick sponge a hammock on a calm day red tulips in a big field a fur coat a wildfire the skin on a shedding snake flesh on a wounded soldier a rough carpet floor the train on a wedding dress interlaced string bracelets blood stains on a white shirt a resting heart a pale woman blushing a red turban a comfortable robe the red eyes of a vampire in Twilight a red towel, Feb. 17, 6:26 p.m, my bedroom



= I am﻿ =

I am a daughter the reader the youtuber the dreamer I am the young inspired writer the honest friend the cat the dancer the listener I am music the blogger the movie critic the sponge the sister the red tulip in an emerald green field I am the obsessed Paramore fan

= Just a mere girl =

I ask myself all the the time who am I? As it is still a mystery to me  I could state the most obvious my name but we all know it's not who I am inside I could say I'm a student a sister, a friend, a daughter but those are simply names, titles, permanent tags who am I?

I am the girl with a million questions but no answers

I am the girl always making mistakes but all the while I learn from them

I am the girl who hides her smile from the world even though it's beautiful

I am the girl who's always on the verge of breaking and there's no one there to repair me

I am the girl who stands in front of the mirror wondering if it's really "me" I'm looking at thinking the reflection of myself is a big lie

I am the girl who cries along having no one around to wipe my tears away

I am the girl who stands alone while inside I'm begging for help for an escape from reality

I am the quiet, lonely kid worried like a dog waiting for its owner

If only people could see the real me the secret me

But that'll never happen my life, my story is to this day unwritten

So I still wonder. Who am I?



=Panda=

China is where I reside Swallowing down long, skinny bamboo sticks My body painted black and white almost similar to a newspaper My kind are very well hidden like tiny little spiders and beatles Or maybe dust particles My weight can surprise even myself I may appear small, but I might as well weigh as much as a large boulder.