Vision+Voice

Ornament on a Tree, watching all 3, opening gifts, as the day cycle rifts. as the day goes on, the moon turns on, when night is here, there is nothing left to hear.

White covers every surface,
blanket tucking me in,
cold and comforting safe and warm.
Nothing disturbs my peace,
until.. my squirrel resident.
Trees support them, they support us,
He curls in tight,
and keeps me warm,
in bed he rests, goodnight friend.
All is grey white,
the air is frozen,
A dark winter is coming soon.
when branches turn barren ,
it`s hard to remember,
that our forest shall bloom again.

This poem is about a football that is being th

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W the football it hit a guy in his dome

And when he gets back up from a fall his world seems to s i

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And then after a few minutes he can see clearly again.

loving someone is a mind game
either you lose or lose
winning is no option
that’s why pets exist

I Have a rose, beauty filled with every petal
Built with a strong stem, with proper posture as to say
“Look at me!”
Covered with the most vibrant colors that would
Fill others with jealousy
I have a rose, with thorns as sharp as nails.
They were acute little daggers, and if I were not careful
Blood will be drawn and the sharks
I have a rose, filled with care and performance to stand out above the crowd, like a shining star that burns bright all alone in the night sky.
It makes me feel warm, safe, and gives me purpose
It fills my sense of fulfillment, as it needs constant attention everyday,
And in return it blooms its beautiful bright colors for me
I had a rose, it was beautiful from the root to the flowers on its head.
I would take hours out of my day just to stare at its beauty, and many more to give it the affection it craved.
It was silly of me to see that this wouldn’t last forever
For nothing is eternal and no power in this universe can make something last forever.

The patter of raindrops on my window pane catches my attention
I longingly look outside as the slight drizzle calls to me
Suddenly I hear a THUD
the house goes dark
but the dim gray light from outside still peeked through my window.

They fly away
So small and soft
there vibrant colors fading
as i watch them from afar

they still are there in the sunset
it starts to get dim outside
its raining
the creatures might not be safe

i worry all night fearing they might not make it

it’s the morning
i look outside
there all there
all the colors and sizes
amaze me

i watch as they fly away

bye little butterflies

baseball i love the sport it is a great sport where you throw a ball at a person and another person tries to hit it with a bat if they hit it the ball will go flying like a cannonball you might try to catch it but it is impossible because the sun will move to block it and when it drops you have lost

Five petals on a rose
My heart was your rose
When I met you feelings arose
I couldn’t stop
I was addicted
I relied on you for happiness
I thought I could trust you
Five petals and you made it six
My petals wilted like your love for me
Five petals left but I couldn’t leave
I depended on you for everything
My roots became weak
Five petals turned into four
I swore to be hurt by you no more
Four petals turned into three
I was as weak as can be
Three petals turned into two
All I had left was you
Two petals turned into one
I reminisced what once was
One petal left
I was at my lowest
Zero petals left
My parents crying over my grave
Petals can never grow back

What makes a young mind wander
Yes, that’s the question I ponder
Yes, that is the question we ponder
No, not our physique or appearances
But what may lead to our seemingly unquestionable disappearances
What keeps us lying awake every night
How do we solve the inquiry that fill our dreams with fright
Our world may be shaping to be dim and small
Our lives in comparison only a protocol
But alas, the future is nothing but a distant yonder