Rain

A rumble in the distance,
People running home.
People in a resistance,
To stop today’s storm.

Boom! Crack! Smack!
Thunder roars.
People rush for shelter in a zillion stores.
The yelps of stranded people in the freezing rain.

Farmers cry as their grain,
Soaked in the rain,
Shrivels to bits,
And falls into grit.

Stuck in stores,
Thinking of sunny shores,
Looking through doors,
At the freezing rain.

The world goes dark,
While trees settle in their bark,
People cry,
People snooze.

Stuck in rain,
Such a pain,
To stay inside,
Only to play games.

Only to play video games,
To learn about Colonial Dames,
To stay cooped,
With nothing to do.

Sitting bored,
On a board,
In a store,
On the floor.

Waiting to see clear skies,
Sitting at home,
So bored,
What a torture.

Alone

I’m alone
No one around
Sad and alone
Not making a sound

I’m alone
No one can be heard
Not even thinking
I can’t say a word

I’m alone
Not single living being
I’m not happy
No one’s listening

I’m alone
No one to talk to
So bored
Wish I could undo

Colors

Colors, colors, colors
Oh there is no other
thing that makes me say oh brother!
Red, orange, yellow
it’s so mellow
so I just say hello
Rainbows and well everything,
Houses, maps, cars, even me.
Colors in all
it’s like ball
that fills you up with happiness.

Day Time Monsters

Monsters at day, don’t like the way
they cannot go to play without running away
just like a deflated parade
they can not stay and wait to be tamed
because they are wild, and
I am a child,
do not say I thought this was a game.
I tried your way but I don’t think the same.
So this is me and I believe, we can be day time monsters.

Forest

Trees and mountains for miles and miles.
It’s something that’ll always make me smile and smile.
Sometimes I see rabbits, hedgehogs or snakes.
Or sometimes I even see frogs in the glistening, sparkling lake.
I see trees , flowers and SO much more.
So I suggest you go spend some time outdoors.

Caterpillar, Caterpillar

Caterpillar, caterpillar on the ground why a frown are you down?
Climbing a tree, why can’t you see? your colors
Are better than a cup of tea. Building your home on a
Branch on a tree can’t you see your better than me. Rest takes
You away well caterpillar see you another
Day. Days passing forever all the way! I’ve lost
Track when you’re away. Flying out of your home you
Look beautiful like you did everyday. Petals and flowers
Bloom on you it looks like you found the perfect way.
Butterfly butterfly see you another day.

My Love.

My legs hanging from the rim
I force myself up from my bed
Did it last?
Just like you said

I don’t welcome the memories of you
Your warm smile, or true eyes.
Only what you left me with
Dark cold feelings, filled with cries

Your calloused hands against mine,
I miss the days we spent together
You in my arms, long hair waving goodbye
You were my rock, and I was your tether.

I don’t beg for pity, or anger, or sadness.
But for you, just once more
In my arms, showing me warmth
Don’t let this battle turn into a war.

I love you
Is it too much to ask?
For just a little more back?
I love you I say, but you wear a mask.

I walk down the hall, back to my kitchen.
Filled with only you, why?
I have to get out of my head.
Why can’t I just die?

For you,
I thrive and oblige,
My one love,
You keep me trapped forever in siege

I run out the door
Running for what?
Feelings, romance?
Just give me a chance?

Down the street,
Down the next ally
When will I see you
Kiss you shall I

Just take me in your arms
I beg
Please, once more
I love you. Meg

Oculus

It’s the metaverse inside a small box
It’s a meet on a small screen
It’s the headaches after being beaten in a game
It’s the people you get to meet
It’s a whole new world.

It’s about traveling the world while sitting in my chair
It’s the places you go without going anywhere
It’s about how much effort they put into the game
It’s the world in 3D
It’s a whole new world.

Afternoon in the Library

Wooden shelves
On rough carpet
Warm
Because I’ve been sitting on it
Between the aisles
With my head hunched
Over my book

Time passes to the sound of turning pages
Soft, occasional, footsteps
And the falling of rain outside

I am surrounded
By the books
Sleeping on their shelves
Their everlasting slumber uninterrupted
Until someone picks them up
Opens them
And unleashes the world inside

Like them
I am separate from the rest of the world
Unaware of my surroundings
Floating
In the world of my book
Until I hear a voice calling my name
“It’s time to go”
Sighing, I pack my book
Until next time