What? Write what?
I can't think.
At night,
I am busy with homework.
And there it travels,
through my head,
along my arm,
into my fingers,
and out of my head.
But how? Write what?
I am not ready, prepared,
it has not came to me yet.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Butterfly
You dazzle like the sun.
Rays coming down.
Keeping everyone warm,
and filled with joy.
Your wings go up and down,
representing a life like a heart monitor.
You stop for a moment but pick right back up.
Rays coming down.
Keeping everyone warm,
and filled with joy.
Your wings go up and down,
representing a life like a heart monitor.
You stop for a moment but pick right back up.
Ant
It may sound silly,
but don't kill that ant.
I yell at my little brother just this.
Don't kill that ant.
As he ponders why, he gives me
this look of disguise.
His mischievous soul,
hovering his foot over this tiny little ant.
He is oh so thoughtful as he asks why?
In which I explain the life of an ant.
The many legs of the scurry away frantically,
as he lowers his leg next to where he was going to stomp.
I explain this ant has a soul,
and he was just born that way.
As a little tiny ant,
and he has little tiny goals.
Like carrying that breadcrumb down the sidewalk,
or crawling deep into that little hole of his ant hill.
He has a family,
and a life and we have no right to deny.
We shall love,
and grow as something that might look cold might be kind.
We don't know this ant,
but we know ourselves and our actions are larger than killing a little life.
(Old Version)
It may sound silly,
but don't kill that ant.
I yell at my little brother,
just this.
As he ponders why,
he gives this look of disguise.
His mischievous soul,
is oh so thoughtful as he asks why?
I explain he has a soul,
and he was just born that way.
As a little tiny ant,
and he has little tiny goals.
Like carrying that breadcrumb down the sidewalk.
but don't kill that ant.
I yell at my little brother just this.
Don't kill that ant.
As he ponders why, he gives me
this look of disguise.
His mischievous soul,
hovering his foot over this tiny little ant.
He is oh so thoughtful as he asks why?
In which I explain the life of an ant.
The many legs of the scurry away frantically,
as he lowers his leg next to where he was going to stomp.
I explain this ant has a soul,
and he was just born that way.
As a little tiny ant,
and he has little tiny goals.
Like carrying that breadcrumb down the sidewalk,
or crawling deep into that little hole of his ant hill.
He has a family,
and a life and we have no right to deny.
We shall love,
and grow as something that might look cold might be kind.
We don't know this ant,
but we know ourselves and our actions are larger than killing a little life.
(Old Version)
It may sound silly,
but don't kill that ant.
I yell at my little brother,
just this.
As he ponders why,
he gives this look of disguise.
His mischievous soul,
is oh so thoughtful as he asks why?
I explain he has a soul,
and he was just born that way.
As a little tiny ant,
and he has little tiny goals.
Like carrying that breadcrumb down the sidewalk.
Happiness
Why are you so hard to find?
I smile through my pain
Just because I do not know how to blind.
I realize I have never been depressed.
I just want to be sane.
I try so hard to be kind.
Then I am used, alone, and denied,
Let me be happy.
Where is my peace?
It seems like this is never easy.
I want the pain to go away.
Yet I cannot seem to seize it.
Control it.
I just live it.
I smile through my pain
Just because I do not know how to blind.
I realize I have never been depressed.
I just want to be sane.
I try so hard to be kind.
Then I am used, alone, and denied,
Let me be happy.
Where is my peace?
It seems like this is never easy.
I want the pain to go away.
Yet I cannot seem to seize it.
Control it.
I just live it.
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