What a burden that must be
To live so happy and free.
What an awful mistreat
To have plenty to eat.
What a dreadful thing
To live in a lodging
What a trying time
To have warmth and downtime.
What an annoying crutch
To have so much.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
BRUTE
Clumsy. Stupid. Thick.
Rough. Dense. Smelly.
Rude. Loud. Unnatural.
Looked down upon.
Maybe sad,
But it couldn't possibly
Know what they are saying.
It couldn't possibly
Have feelings about
How they see it,
Or about anything for that matter.
No, it is just a
Brainless, awkward, noisy,
Vulgar, brute.
Rough. Dense. Smelly.
Rude. Loud. Unnatural.
Looked down upon.
Maybe sad,
But it couldn't possibly
Know what they are saying.
It couldn't possibly
Have feelings about
How they see it,
Or about anything for that matter.
No, it is just a
Brainless, awkward, noisy,
Vulgar, brute.
Monday, November 21, 2011
FOUNDATION
First it's the small things. It's the things that you think don't really matter all that much, but they do. They are the foundation, the comforts and the protectors. But now that they are gone everything's off. The walls cannot take the weight of the roof. The floor begins to moan with agony as it bends. Then it falls. What was once steady is now crumpled in a little heap. It lays a waste and causes people to question what happened. They think it must have been a huge storm or an enemies attack when really it was the foundation, when really they were never small things.
Friday, November 18, 2011
IT IS
I don't know if I would say that I am glad. No, glad does not describe it at all. It is more like relieved, happy, delighted. There's self-confidence and assurance because of it. I would say something along those lines suffice, but not completely. Either way, however it can be put together, that's how I feel. Especially when a blurred memory haunts my eyes. When something so terrible and so dark, used to be considered practical, regular, and strange if it were not so. Those horrifying nightmares of day to day. But the fact is, the importance of it all is, that it is over. It is done. It's finished, ended, through, different, unalike and unrelated to the now, and completely destroyed to the very core. However it is preferred, that's what it is.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
WASTE
Words never spoken are a waste.
They do nothing but occupy space.
So what does that make my thoughts unsaid?
Am I too a pitiful waste in the head?
They do nothing but occupy space.
So what does that make my thoughts unsaid?
Am I too a pitiful waste in the head?
Monday, November 14, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
DUCKS
They tried their hardest. Pushing and pulling and paddling up river as swiftly as possible. Some of them were swept away because of the current. Different destinations had them in mind. Some were fighters, not to say that the others weren't, and made it through. With sore legs and wet feathers they had their victory. They were just ducks, but they had made it.
Monday, November 7, 2011
STILL
A single sigh escaped her as she rushed past. It was him again. He had brushed past her, not even realizing who she was, who she used to be to him. The space between them became bigger now, just as it had in the past. He had moved on as she stood there, struck, having been hit in the heart one more time. Life was different now; with its new complexities, priorities, and ambitions. But the feeling still stung her, and then it was gone.
Friday, November 4, 2011
FEELING
It was the feeling of belonging as their approving smiles beamed my way. Several hands clapped me on the back while agreeable laughter struck through out the room. Needless to say, it was a good feeling.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
RAVEN
A clear blue sky.
A raven soars.
It calls to none.
The objects below
won't look up.
The bird above
won't fly low.
So he cries
and continues on.
A raven soars.
It calls to none.
The objects below
won't look up.
The bird above
won't fly low.
So he cries
and continues on.
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