Minds

   He focused on the burning pit growing in his mind. Reading others minds was a dangerous act of focusing completely on the persons true personality.  Usually you have to know some one so well that you think the same things automatically but they cant know, they must never know. He focused on her wavy hair, the sly grin, the fire in her eyes, the innocence of her speech, but the power of her stride, the fear and nervousness carefully concealed. And finally the self confidence mentally and the power she felt in her hands and the burning flames of love around her heart.
    Suddenly he felt anger and longing that didn't belong to him. Longing he could never have. The powerful emotions overwhelmed him .Going into her mind was like riding a roller coaster that suddenly isn't attached  to the railings anymore and you are just flying through space until you crash.Her frustration started build up in his throat.
    He pulled himself out and chose a muscle memory of filling up his water bottle, and thought about her frustration. His muscled arms moving in the back round  pulled him back into real life. He sighed confused, he liked her but she was so complicated.Would he ever discover who those flames in her heart belonged to?

Time

                Dear Time,
                                          The grains  of time whisked away in wind
                                           Earth shrinking or growing
                                           Dinosaurs to ants to humans
                                           Tribes to countries to continents

                                           Change and erosion to endless waiting
                                            Global Warming going slow or fast?
                                           Based on the viewer or beholder
                                           Technology advancement, positive or negative ?

                                          Why must we have a time?
                                           Why have limits and curfews?
                                            You complicate things from,
                                            Going to class to death of old age

                                            You make mountains, hills in neighborhoods
                                             You make Islands legends
                                             You make us rush for fear of time running out
                                            But you won't run out won't you,because time is endless
                                                                                                          Namaste
                                                                                                                     (molly)

Trust

          In gymnastics I get often nervous for new skills because I don't want to fall. All my coaches tell me I can do it "so easily" and won't spot me. One of my coaches told to trust myself more. They wouldn't tell me do do it if I was not ready. I need to trust my coach to be there but I also need to trust myself when the coach isn't there. I get nervous when they spot me less and less because I know one  of these times they just wont spot me.  That's when the pressure to do it comes in. I wrote a letter to pressure. I also wrote a letter to betrayal for when coach tells me they're going to be there but they are not. To me, it's a mild form of betrayal that actually never lets me trust that much ever again even if they are right. "Trust is like paper, once it's crumbled it can't be perfect again"- anonymous.

          The picture in my view  is I shouldn't be afraid of my coach not being there because I shouldn't trust my coach this far  but  I should trust myself.

                                                                                  Mo