Vision+Voice

you say an ant looks small
but that’s relative to you
the amount of matter in the universe
never tries to change

but it transforms each day
right in front of your face
the air you breath
has seen it all before

in all the instances of beauty
and all those of disdain
could have once been a raging asteroid
made of atoms long forgotten
but passed along
to create the heart you hold

so when you feel alone
just know that what you’re made of
has been through it all

but you don’t realize
even though you’re made of small parts
just like the ant you look down on

it’s not relative to you

Leaves litter the ground
falling gently from the trees
so close to winter

Life in the Clouds

When you are little
Just born anew,
You try to lift your wings.

But when in doubt of a misstep,
You cry,

But start again.

You stay under
Your mother’s safe wing,
Until your learn
To stay afloat.

When you finally
Lift your wings
And fly

You are off on your greatest
ADVENTURE!

You’re up in the air
Winds carrying you high,
Nothing can get in your way.

Soon in your flight,
You bump a storm
That keeps you from the clouds.

But soon enough,
You wait and see,
Your wings are dry once more.

You’ll lift your wings,
Into the sun.
And you’re off!
To fulfill your destiny.

The Author or a book
can be the narrator.
Or, the Author could
be the main character.
The Author could simply
not be in the story.
Or, the Author could
be on the sidelines
watching and waiting.
The Author could be
the villain or the hero.
The Author could
even be the puppet master
controlling everything.
Watching in amusement.
Or…
The Author could
just be that.

The Author

Black shadows. Cold. Near.
Tailing me with dark despair.
It slays happiness.

Colors
Every where
The joy you bring me
That’s why I care
It’s done
Wait no
There’s more to go

Turn
I wish i knew how, had ability to turn
Away from you and not look back to see if it
Affected you, My turning away , Walking off
I want you to miss this, and i fail to pass of
The D i s t a n c e as a gravely unfortunate turn
Of events, see truth with desperation.
Blinds me, consumes and i hate to admit it
Impossible to justify the breaking off
Of any contact to once again inward turn
I want to reach within, find this and turn it off!

The Jellyfish’s glow is bright as the sun

Jellyfish are slimy like slime with too much water
Their tentacles is as sticky as maple syrup
Oh my, Oh my
Don’t let it sting you
Don’t give the jellyfish a dime
TO ME that’s a crime
They are also predators of the sea
I take a dip in the water
And all I see is the deep blue sea
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
I was wrong
It came right after me!!!!