When I WriteWhen I writeI often name you the sunFor being bright and largeAnd I always name myself the moonFor being dull and smallAnd reflecting youSoDear Sun, I feel that sometimes we have a confusing relationship. I obviously seem to need you for light and other various things, but I'm just a boring old hunk of rock held in orbit around this happy blue and green planet. If there was anyone that needed you more than I did, it's definitely her. I mean, without your warmth, light, and support, she'd be lost and not so 'alive' anymore, you know? I, on the other hand, am just stuck here, in the middle of it. So I don't mind if you look past me and tend to her. I mean, I didn't help or anything in the beginning, you know, before she housed life
of course, you probably wouldn't remember anyway. We were both so young. Best regards, Moon P.S. The truth is, sometimes I think she may be using you s
Free Verse, the World, and youFree verse, the World, and you.---One; You are not important.It's funny how you think so many things,When you hardly have a brain,And the one I laugh at most,Is that you think the world revolves around you.How silly, because
It does not.If you were to jump off a cliff,The world would not jump with you,Rather, you would jump into the world;Perhaps reality will wake somewhere,On the inside, as you hit the ground,And keep falling.Because you do not belong up here,Where the world exists.---Two; I am not blind.If words were the colors of the world,Then truth would be the blue of the oceans,Because there is a lot of it,But it always has dangers with its sugar coating.Lies would be the gold of the deserts,Because they are dry and desolate,Sometimes with hidden treasures,But escape is hard once you've gotten lost in them.There is no need to ask for a glass of water,Because I am not willing to give it,And you are far too parched for saving.
i am you arei am you arei am the blue jayeand you are the warm air currentthat lifts me highand carries me fari am the red salmonand you are the rushing streamthat races against my scalesand gives me hopei am the sly foxand you are the chicken coopthat opens noisely on my earsand feeds me secretlyi am the gray wolfand you are the soft soilthat creates the pathand leads me homei am the large treeand you are the warm sunthat washes me in sunlightand helps me growi am the yellow beeand you are the bright flowerthat attracts me inand helps me provide for othersi am the white cloudand you are the gentle breezethat whispers me thingsand tells me where to goi am the little lizardand you are the cool rockthat shelters meand keeps me stablei am the blue jayeand you are the warm air currentthat lifts me highand carries me fari am jacks wasted life