Month: January 2020

The layers of glistening sand
Shine innocently
Playfully whistling.
Betrays you.

Along the swirling Horizon
Darkness turns
Hitting with all of its force
Splashing furiously on the innocent beach.
The shady shadow
The malicious ocean
Grinning.

It comes to you coldly
The dark drowning waves
The everlasting bubbles
When have I seen
Such a corrupt smile?

No escaping
No leaving
The ever-expanding universe
of the ocean.

Violence is forbidden. We
don’t allow swords clanging or needless deaths.
In this grand modern era, we don’t fight
like beasts.
We fight
like beings.
We allow words crashing and needless inconvenience.
In this grand modern era,
We fight
through trade and words.

Much less dangerous, right?
Only, that is,
until shots
sound off.
Is violence truly forbidden?

People are thrown away,
like paper dolls,
because they don’t like the color that was used.
As soon as the thunderous bang sounds,
The cold rock, trusted as a protector and assailant for so long, takes flight.
Then the scarlet sign of hurt pools out and the sickening scent of death wafts
to our noses
and into our minds.
This is what happens when we forget that
people are flowers.
They each bloom with their talents so
we must respect them.
We cannot trample the wonderful
bluebonnets.
We must let them grow and spread their seeds. Out, out,
being the lovely, enlightened things that they are meant to be.
Like the birds that Darwin found,
still finches, only differing a bit. But
this time they’re not different enough to be separate species.
Remember that,
though you’ve been told a thousand times already,
We should allow them to be grown with water,
that’s not tainted
with the salt that seems to penetrate all too often.

Some forget, during hardships, horrible or small.
They look for someone to blame. They point their fingers.
They sheik. They bully. They hurt as if they are children.
They allow those deadly rivers to flow yet again,
Dismissing their prey’s cries as it they are
nothing,
for they can easily blame people who seem out of place,
people who seem to be
nothing.

Please don’t blame the innocent flowers.
Please
don’t
forget,
to keep safe the precious bluebonnets and let them grow.
Let the bright sun dry their tears.
Please
forget
and forgive, old enemies, old grievances.
Let the rain wash the pain away.
Then, emerge, renewed,
with beautiful,
working,
seeing eyes. Or
fix the eyes instead.
Repair alliances,
Don’t fight over power.
Fight for love, equality, patience.
Whether your ideas come from above or not,
fight like beings.

Beings with their own ideas. However,
there is no need for you,
or your family,
or your religion,
or your country,
or your party to write the book of love alone.
You must write it as a collaboration.
Grow, change,
then live off the fruits and feel the hard-earned juice pour from your mouth, like a calming river.
We have been instructed,
for so long,
to stay together.
It may take a thousand more writers to change the world or
a thousand billion more people who believe them.
Now, please, though you’ve already been told, remember to live by and radiate your example,
whether absorbed or invented.
It’s not too hard hard and
I’m not trying to constrict you.
You may be free.
You should be free.
With all the others you shall be a free
flock of birds, who fly above all prejudices and grudges.
I’m only asking you to love.
If you don’t love me for this,
if you disagree with me, I’d like to know.
Let us walk on this page or the tab of an email and speak our colored truths.
If the images of the world are printed in green
and red
and blue,
let us bring them together to make a full image.
Let us not draw our swords, for we could draw our cups of words
instead.
Let us taste each other’s arguments and see if they are satisfying.
Let us walk together
and unhidden
In the pleasant woods of love with the bees buzzing lakadazically
and the velvet roses blooming.
I’m only asking you to love,
not telling,
asking,
pleading,
you to be someone who
loves.

Our world is miraculous,
filled stunning scenery.
One hill after another,
pastures of cows,
littered flowers,
Mountains after mountains,
Valleys after valleys
A world of scenery, and peace.
But,
There can be horrible,
Michievias
Nasty
Unpleasant,
things.
Littering people,
Plastic in the sea,
Oil spills
Dying animals,
At the same time,
There can be interesting things
Books,
Phones,
Computers,
Paper,
Ink,
Animals,
Mother nature,
ME

Oh, the scenic views before me
The breeze sweeping the tall, long grass
Tall giants loom, forming a valley
Up on the mountains you can see tiny dots of people
Wildflowers pepper the sea of grass
Perhaps a sly squirrel chasing a mouse
Tiny pebbles litter the ground
A sparkling lake filled with fish and ducks
A spiraling winding road cuts through all of this
Separating animals from others
Standing atop the mountain I could see everything
Everything
A blue
Red
Yellow
brown
Geyser in the distance
Faraway, you could see old faithful
Spouting water every hour to two
A mile away you could view a fantastic array of mini geysers
Spraying whenever they wanted
Just behind us a field of flowers
Endless
Me,
I was dressed in a yellow hoodie
Paired with light pink leggings
Black shoes
Me,
I was delighted
I was inspired

There was a girl
Lonely and unheard
For she was shouting
At the top of her lungs
Everyone should of heard
Should of
But
No
No one heard
Everyone could only hear whispers and murmurs
She was blind
And deaf
A walking stick guiding her way
People following her to translate everything
Everything
Dressed in a poor way
Her desk lay scattered with things
She had no pretty
No story
She was just there
There for everyone to see
How they could’ve been like
Everyone was reminded of their terrible soul
People shoved her
wrestled her
Taking her things
Laying them astray
Oh, you should’ve seen
All the thing the bullies did
Oh my oh

Me,
I was staring at a swirling
Dizzying
Piece of paper
It looked so
Convincing
Fantastic
But, oh
The black
The white
The moving circles
Swallowing me in
Taking me away from where I was
Rubbing me with glue
And sticking me onto the piece of paper
So alive
So consuming
Grabbing me
My eyes swirling
Spinning
Until
They were no more

Wondering
Wondering if I will ever be good enough for you
I’m still not sure too
I don’t have the answers today
I have nothing to say
How far would I go to please you
You are the reasons why I do things too
Was the grass aging
When there was worrying
Worrying that i’m not good enough
Enough to make this situation rough
Will I ever be that the sunshine in your day
The thing that always has to stay
To stay in someone’s mind
Why couldn’t they just go blind
If I could go back and change the past
Would I be a little braver than I had
Fighting against the odds
Would I still be wondering
Even if I woke up in a daydream
Would that dream be a stream
A stream that flows with you
Is there something that i’m missing
Do we still belong
If I had everything
Would you mean anything
Did I lose the best thing that I had
I did too much to take it back
Scared I won’t find something
If I did would I know it
Will I be enough or
Will I still be wondering
Told me I was a star
Did I take it too far
Does it look like I need saving
Pushes me away
Even though I want to stay
I want this to last
Is there something wrong with me
Something I can’t see
I thought I found something
All I want is someone that can appreciate me
Wondering if I’ll ever be good enough

Oh my favorite tree
The gnarled branches hugging me tight
Pulling me in
Giving me happy and sad memories
Ones with the loved ones
Some with the saddened poor
Others with WAR as the big headline
The almost olive yet leathery leaves sweeping my face
Rubbing
Smoothing
Calming thy soul
Half the roots had been sucked up by the wind
Serving as thy seat to sit in
The tree was part of my soul
Part of me
It was so affectionate
Gentle
And kind
To me it was new
Fresh
To others it was
Old
Like a wilting flower
Dieing
Crying
Its branches were sturdy
Strong
Stalwart
Never giving in
The trunk was like a boulder
Not moving when needed
It was something to lean on when hurt
I could give the tree my secrets
To keep
Forever
Never letting me be solivagant
The tree was like a sister
When you were lonely
It accompanied you
Helping
Curing my wounds
Sealing them shut
A hollow part of the truck
A fine shelter
When it rained
shielded me
The tree prevented me
From falling
It encouraged me
Helped me
Tethered me
To be ambitious
Amiable
Compassionate
It was so heuristic
The tree,
Dotted with bright pink flowers in the spring,
Branches half bare in the winter,
Shady in the summer,
Cool in the fall,
Was half of my heart
That was how much space needed
to have a friend that was always there
Whenever you wanted
Forever
An everlasting love
And hope
For eternity
With the tree
The world was brighter
More vivid
More hopeful
With the tree,
Dreams weren’t just dreams
They were reality
A living dream
With the tree I was insouciant
The tree so free
With me
It was
So
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I love December
With winter breaks’ cozy nights
And bright Christmas lights