A world of color floods leaking eyes
Glossed over by salty tears
That cut canals in his rosy cheeks
Crying due to his now flowering lungs in use for the first
time
Hands clenched together
Mother’s fostering hands tremor above the unseen halo
Tender care given to every movement
Worshipping her new found child of god
A world of war floods leaking eyes
Glossed over with dusty air
Premature due to malnourishment
Above deteriorating beams echoing an infant’s
shrieks
Family gathered in a covering
As a graduating hum of a Gloster SS.37
engine overhead gives them bumps across
their skeletal arms
Mother’s hands push it away
She does not want to know the gender
In her stolid eyes, it is not hers
Unprepared, unwanted, unloved
Family leaves, same size as when entered
Mother slumped over, exhausted, her pain is
also in the heart
Cold wind gusts, broken wings, impeding hums
Broken cries that will remain unattended
Till its death
One birth, contrasts the other
One out of love, one left behind
One baby will be loved and nurtured as it should be
The other will die within days, abandoned
Summer comes enthusiastically, with warmth. Children’s laughter fills the air.
As I wave a hello to the increasing heat,
the beaming sun rays create reminiscent sadness.
Children’s laughter fills the air.
Before a cold wind blows laughter away.
The once beaming down sun rays created a reminiscent sadness that reflects as the temperature gets lower and lower.
Before a cold wind blows laughter away,
One last joke
Deflecting the decreasing temperature, getting lower and lower. A blanket of dead leaves cover the ground.
One more joke.
Cold nights, and days, and frozen earth.
A blanket of dead leaves cover the ground
As light snow falls.
Colder nights, and days, and even more frozen earth.
The sun is still tucked behind the clouds like a wall As roaring snow falls
the animals prefer to hide away
The sun is no longer tucked behind the clouds like a wall.
The temperature begins to rise.
Maybe time the animals stop hiding away.
I begin to hear a hopeful chirp of birds.
The temperature continues to rise and
The anticipated
hopeful chirp birds
make their serene sound.
The anticipated
Wave hello to the increasing heat
Greets me back gladly.
Summer comes enthusiastically, with warmth.
I represent god themselves,
and yet nobody knows it.
I was produced by the beings that created the universe,
And i am healthy and full of nutrition.
I am the epitome of perfection,
Not even radishes compare to my will.
I am the the first beet,
that came before beats were considered an element of music.
I prove that by my mere existence I am made of: Sugar,
Water,
Surprisingly few calories,
Very little fat,
4{8f8d4e344c8a972b8e97d55fa7ec8be4d5f796681e06b247e4219849f812f758} Iron,
Vitamin C & B6
9{8f8d4e344c8a972b8e97d55fa7ec8be4d5f796681e06b247e4219849f812f758} potassium
And the very fuel that keeps this planet spinning on its axis and complete full runs across our star.
Never the same.
Years ago, on that field, the revolutionary war Sprung up
The first shots,
Fired.
Now, a subject of history,
Tourists are led by men in olden clothes, Triangular hats sitting atop their heads.
I can go to school and learn anything I want Without ever stepping outside the classroom. When I just look around me,
I see people from all around the world,
With their own, different
Cultures, stories,
Ever changing,
Never the same.
Sitting outside,
The trees rustle their leaves, letting me relax. I release all of the stress from the day. Again,
Tomorrow will be
Never the same.
I walk back to my elementary school— Standing there, on the pavement,
I watch my childhood field
Get torn up
Dug up
The rocks that dutifully served as our soccer goals Now a pile of sand,
The playground where I loved to play
Replaced by a big block of metal,
Growing and growing each day.
Soon, it will become a big school,
For those young children
To again kick their soccer balls
And slide down slippery slides.
And when I come back,
It will be
Almost the same.
My alarm rings at midnight; I am the watcher of the night The sky dark, only lit by the moon’s brilliance
The stars are there too, glimmering oh so bright
Yet the tiny crickets are the loudest in the distance
The rest take a break,
Waiting for daylight to thrive
They know how much heat they’ll create
Once they become alive
My alarm rings at dawn; I wake to its sound
The sky much brighter than before
The stars have disappeared, they’re nowhere around
The sun, too shy before, now the star of the show
The warmth cools down
The light fades away
The birds stop singing, too scared to make a sound
The moon then reappears, as forever it stays
“Oh no”
The vase flew to the ground,
But just as fast
I ran out of the room
Without a sound.
My mom walked in
Smacked her head
The stress she felt seemed to last
But no anger seemed to fester within
Where was I? In the fortress of my bed
She eventually walked in, finding me out
Knowing that I did it, without a doubt
It was just an accident. The wind must have blown it over.
“Forgive me”
Hoping I’d get lucky like a four leaf clover.