“Gentle breezes, summer winds,
popsicles dripping down childrens’ hands,”
The Wind
Gentle breezes, summer winds,
popsicles dripping down childrens’ hands,
a laughing cry,
a sighing thought,
borrowed time,
a traveling drought,
lemonade set up to sell,
beautiful windows,
a little bird travels like a leaf in the breeze,
its life the gunman seized,
to make a dinner,
a silly thing,
for a life,
taken in the night,
oh, what a sight,
lost feathers traveled down,
the summer’s downy snow,
I feel sorry for those who’ve died,
those who’ve cried,
in the silent night.
Lost
A closing verse,
to finish the first,
a clock turned back,
to the time when we thought,
we could do anything we wanted,
boasting,
embarrassing words make me feel,
like I’m wound up on a reel,
spending time with in myself,
a crazy action,
that made no sense at the time,
I feel…..
lost.
In the Night
In the night,
they come,
in the night,
we run,
in the night,
they scream,
in the night,
the thought makes me shiver,
in the night,
I wonder,
in the night,
I think.
A Poem
When you write it,
you feel…
happy.
sad.
like you aren’t the one controlling it.
Like floating.
Oink in a Rock
A little sound
came from the rock today
it was a pig’s
an oink
a bodiless voice
that calls me
makes me wonder
are pigs adorable?
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