If your reading this- THANK YOU!! This is my first ever serious poem. It really describes my experience with the world and how I feel. And how someone told me some of these words to make the world better soooo, uhh sorry that wass so long but uh here- Silence is normally related to peace, But sometimes if feels like a deafening disease, They ask why you can't just be quiet, I swear I'm about to start a riot! Why can’t I just talk, just be myself? Why do I have to be just like everyone else! They say be unique you’re your own person, Use some assertion, And when you do, you get in trouble, Life is like a huge struggle. We try and try to make it better, This is why I'm writing this letter. The world is harsh, the world is tough. But you can fight through it, you are enough. I hope if you read this you feel a new passion, A passion that cannot be rationed. If you're reading this letter, The world can’t do any better So you have the choice, Make the world a better place using your voice.
HERE'S SOME OF THE BOOK I'M WRITING!!! ITS CALLED RIDERS ON THE STORM Prologue. The sky was clear in Farin. The sun shone brightly on the desert landscape, not one single cloud in the sky, the sound of a rushing river filled the air. A small rabbit rested near the river, a clean white fur covering the rabbit like a winter coat. The sound of a gunshot rang through the air as the rabbit dropped dead. A boy, around 17 years old lowered his gun and walked over to the dead rabbit and picked it up, hooking it on his belt. He sheathed the gun in his holster and unhooked his waterskin and dipped it in the freshwater river. He slung it over his shoulder and got back on the road. He found his way back to the fading trail in the vast desert. Chapter 1 I opened the door to my small cabin in the valley, my shepherd following closely behind me. I broke off a piece of jerky and threw it to him. He caught it and ran off to his bed in the small cabin. I put on my armour and grabbed the saddle from my closet. I gave a goodbye to my shepherd, Bluestar, and walked out shutting the door. I whistled a peculiar tune, the wind picked up and with a rumbling shockwave when landing..the light blue dragon's wings folded as he landed. “Ready to ride Relonikiv?” I asked, walking over and setting up the saddle on the familiar dragons back.
