Why do volcanoes erupt? Is it because nobody talks to them? How do they know they are alone? They get mad and suddenly erupt, but sometimes it’s an accident. They don’t mean to hurt people. All of a sudden I am a big volcano. I have just erupted and people are running away.

Over the past five years I’ve uploaded

more than 200 pictures to Facebook

some are of me.

I am from the tiger
feeling the roar
and first friends
I'm from fighting for toys
and dancing with no shame
I'm from pierogi
cousins, buraks and
family
I am from energy
feelings, smiles,
moving
I am from losing them
all of them
no fun, no close
feelings
I'm from black luck
walking in the house
I'm from giant reptiles
flying through my head
Im from not caring
about seasons
temperature
snow, rain, or sun
from where nothing matters if you're having fun

I feel sick my eyes are itchy

I live by a factory that makes

bread

To the night light of the sky.
My stars,
stay with me through the night
and don't leave me in the morning
watch me from above
as I go through life one day at a time

You sparkle and shine
and illuminate the fears of the night
protecting me
Keeping me safe
I know you must leave
My stars,
stay here
all night and day

You've missed so much
as you hid from the sun
My memories
My nightmares coming to life
The happy times
my family
my friends
miss it all as you hide
unable to come out

Every stressed word is like

an ice ax, trying to gain

purchase.

The water is the sky. Where the air reaches its top and the sun sinks in. The number six is not welcome by anyone, not even chosen. Then the sky breaks right into the mountain and a white sheet covers it. A sheet that is cold and will stay in its peak until the end of days.

I'm from the electronic
era
where anything is possible.
I'm from the clothes on my
back,
the obnoxious loud
home I sleep in,
my dog barking 24/7.
I'm from the warm food
waiting for me when
I eat with my family.
I'm from a loving mom
and dad.
I'm from the backyard
of my house where my dogs
play every day.
I'm from the school
my parents send me to
every Monday morning.

Long, tall
blowing in chilly winter
the tree stands tall.

Advice from one wise old tree
feed firmly planted

She does her job