I talk about nothing in particular and everything too?

  How are y'all doing? Merry Christmas! (belated of course). Another year's passed and I'm surprised that I don't really remember much at all of these two years at all. Perhaps the days have become too monotonous or I'm having early onset dementia, I'm kind of crossing my fingers for Option A. New years resolutions are pretty popular with the caveat that everyone is usually done with them in a week, so this post is something to that effect for me. I'll probably regret typing this one out at some point, but I feel like this is something that has been a long time coming. I have low self esteem. It isn't much when  you put it like that and indeed I wish it were just that, a sentence that didn't have much merit in my life, and yet it does. I've moved houses multiple times and along with them, schools. My current school is the fifth one I'm studying in and what this has resulted in, is that I've never had any close friends to call my own.  I&#

The previous poem worked out far better than I could have expected and I'm grateful for all the praise and criticism I got for it. I figured that I'd give another shot at writing a poem. For a moment Far,far away a boy lies on meadow With fragrances many Of fresh citrus and grass He breathes in the fresh air Cool and sweet For a moment forgetting The Struggle Of Life Far far away, a mother works tirelessly Aching all over Held up by crutch of love Ailed treating the healthy Her love knows no bounds For a moment forgetting The Solace Of Life Far far away, a brother Looks Homeward Pining for sights familiar Caring not for the spectacular Nor the life in city For a moment forgetting The Charm of Life Far far away a father longs For child taken away With no hope of return He sheds many tears Unseen by others For a moment forgetting The Joy of life Far far away an infant full of innocence Smiles and laughs at all Looking in wonder All about herself Curiosity abounding within Her lit

  H'lo folks, board exams are going on right now and they're a pain to deal with, so unfortunately I'm not going to write normal blogposts till they're over. You can expect a christmas and new year post however! Until then, here's a poem composed by myself with no rhyme(literally) or reason. The Palm by the Roadside It was a chance occurrence by all means  That a sapling was born  By the roadside Among dust and trash A sight for sore eyes One, so tiny and green With a life ahead full of glee Thirst quenched by rain  Life sustained by light of Sun Steadily it grew Tall,Mighty and Strong People passed by Wondering Indeed How could something so great Sprout from thin air! The palm saw much Of Hope and of Dismay Of Love and of Strife  And of solace and discord Yet it stood by the roadside Watching cars go by at great speeds and it's heart longed, to travel As they did with haste One day, a storm came Of terrifying power it was People cried in fear Taking shelter und