On top the counter Within a cage The dearest songbird sat Perked and quiet Without a sound
Never stopping Always growing Aging slowly Stretching gently Young buds
She looks up at the moon. Though it is far away, The glowing orb looks closer than… The gentle glow of the stars Gives the earth below a dim cast.
Twinkling, dazzling, shining brigh… The stars gleam down upon the nigh… She stares into their glowing beam… Thinking only of her dreams They call to her
Deep roots push through the earth Tearing old soil Spreading wide Searching for moisture Its life fuel
She knows me more than anyone Cause she’s with me all my life. Always following Always sneaking Behind, my back side.
A fine spring day she sprouted up, And opened her buds to the sun. The glisten of gold, The wonderful rays. Warming her peach painted cups.
Golden and cheerful, His beak reflects the sun. Chirping and singing, All for his loved one. He sings the day away.
Their needles pierce me, Forcing my body to obey. Cold and stiff, My arms begin leaving me; Turning into nothing
Long, thin strikes of light cast d… The eager soul of nature’s tune, Draws nearly with ultra blue. The quickness, The hunger,
My heart is tangled In a state of confusion Is love what I think? Is it what I feel? My head spins
Dot to dot A rhythm of dots From here to there All for what? How are we satisfied by the
As quiet as a whisper And as sudden as time Just as thorns upon a flower Are as sneaky as a crime A never-knowing anticipation
If we picked our friends like seas… How picky would we be? We’d pick the nicest, the shiniest… The finest of the sea. But what about the broken ones?
A monster, a maniac A menace A meticulous Murderous madman A meek but major malfunction