Posts
-
Light
I love the light this time of day
The way the raindrops dance and play
The gentle shadows on your face
The way the darkness leaves in haste
I love the light this time of day
The flowers' colors on display -
Normal People Prison!
Yaaayyyy!
Normal people prison!
I'm glad your finally here!
Someone thought I stole a watch
And lookie I'm still here!
Normal people prison!
The jump suites- all the wire.
Eatin' lunch like high schoolers -
A year in the life
In march I learned I value a schedule.
A really full schedule, with a plate piled high with things to do.
Because not having a schedule means free time
And free time means thinking and procrastinating. -
The Side Affects of Reading
Please read all side affects before sticking your nose in books.
A sense of curiosity,
A strong beguiled urge
To ride in hat and cape and wand on broomsticks, will emerge.
You'll start to see head canons -
7 O'clock
Sorry I'm not ready,
I should be- but I'm not.
the fact that schools tomorrow?
Can it honestly just... not.
I woke up after twelve today,
I read well into dawn.
The stories blossom in the night
(Even when I yawn). -
One Orbital Cycle
This year,
Last year,
Next year.
Is a human construct.
Which in the long run means nothing
The only difference between today
And tomorrow
Is the numbers with which we document time.
But what if.
Loves
-
Seasonal Opportunity
Opportunity is but a moment in our lives,
that leads to both good and evil.
It can lead to justice in court,
or prejudice on the streets.
-
"We can"
Every day is new.
With every possibility,
Every day can change.
So why shouldn’t we change?
-
Bug
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.
-
Haunting Hands
As the Cold feeling Spreads
Sends Shivers down the Spine
The Fear and Worry Pushes Through
But in this Frigid touch
Is the sense of Remebrance
The Sense of Love
-
Dancing Leaves
Its Hard to Resist
When Seeing a Pile of Leaves
It Becomes irresistible
Jump into the Heep
Leaves are swirling
The Pile is no more
-
As the Crow Lands
As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply