A calm breeze echoes
through the weeping willows,
unmasking the luscious smell
of sublime spring flowers.
My eyes begin to close
to soak up the sweet serenity.
My skin becomes damp as
raindrops leisurely fall
from the periwinkle sky.
I slowly bend double
and pluck a crisp crimson dahlia
And bring it to my nose.
As I inhale the muted notes of May,
chills run down my spine.
Spring is here.
The noise of children discovering fills the air. As I walk from exhibit to exhibit I see the process of discovery in progress.
Out in the lobby, I smell the freshly-fried french fries and the plethora of salad toppings, And taste the delicious smooth texture of the dressing mixing with the crunchy croutons.
After lunch I continue exploring, learning at every footstep. The calm voice of the speaker allows me to relax, as I overhear the activities nearby.
After a day of chaos and learning, I get to relax, And begin the long drive home, back to monotony, waiting to return another day.
With warm weather, everything is better
The sun in my eye I don’t see a cloud in the sky
Looking up high I know that it is going to be tough to say goodbye
With warm weather, everything is
better. The sun in my eye I don’t see
a cloud in the sky Looking up high
I know that it is going to be tough
to say goodbye
I sit in my chair and fan through my hair
And wonder what’s better than this fresh ocean air
While looking at the sand and listening to the Caribbean band
I sit up and sink my feet into the warm sand and feel the Caribbean heat
Then I feel the fat beat of the strong rhythm beneath my seat
After comes the warm breeze followed by ringing rhythmic music keys
Seeing the Caribbean sea I say “this is definitely the place I want to be”
Looking around down from the highland I say wow “this is one happy island”
The air sizzled like a pan
Beads of sweat traveling down the trails of their backs
Their mouths tasted of salt
Watering at the wafting smell of barbecue
His board snapped at the grainy cement
They watched him like a hawk
He flew like the birds flying over them
His shirt rippling like a wave
His shadow walked down each step
His board was a show of flips
Everything stopped in awe
Slap!
His wheels smacked the ground
He rode on
Whistles and cheers came from everywhere
“Pablo! Pablo! Pablo!”
An enveloping darkness
With no beginning and no end.
It rules with an iron fist,
Like a dictator with the world at their feet.
You bow down to Its every command
And are blinded like a prisoner seeing sunlight
For the first time in decades
As you realize the limitless
Power It wields over you.
It decides the fate of all that inhabit it,
And could erase you from history
With a mere flick of a finger.
But It won’t.
Because you are
An insignificant speck
On a rock hurling around a dying star.
The world continues
Even if your world has come crashing down.
You will soon be buried by bigger problems
Like the city of Pompeii
Under a layer of ash.
The grains of time are
Slowly slipping away
For you.
Until one moment
When you will cease to exist.
The Universe won’t forget you,
Because it never even knew you.
The turtle crawls back
Into it’s hard shell,
Fish pass like bullets,
Day turns into night,
Night turns back to day,
Children’s feet sound like
thunder… on the floor,
Turtle knows some but not much
Of what’s happening above,
Back rigid like a mountain,
Head wrinkly like an old witch,
Teeth hang like a vampire,
Simply just misunderstood.
I like cats
Regardless of their fur color
I listen out for the cautious footsteps
Or try to capture the unpredictable figures hiding in the dark
They peek into world in the gap of times
and draw footprints under the roof of cement
They stand by the gesture of independence
Without abandoning the ambitions of world
Cats are like me
Or I am like a cat
My heart deep inside yearns to escape the earth
But lack of courage to forgive and forget the world
Balance towards the world
People live with the absolute independence
Only see the endless sparks in the mirror
Secular people see the objects themselves only
And the others observe both
Cat and me
We enjoy the morning warm light
and cross through the charming night breeze
Nothing really matters in this world
As long as cat and me continue
Daydreaming by the groovy stove
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.
There he stands, by himself, alone,
Leaning against his red Pontiac Trans Am.
Smoke rises in the air, a cigarette in his hand.
He stares down in contemplation,
With his leather jacket he is locked against the door. The sun falls in the so near distance;
It burns against the front of his body,
His sunglasses mirroring the pain.
Darkness fades into the world around him,
Casting behind him, alongside his shadow,
The beast of the night consumes him.
He drops his cigarette, out of his hand,
Rubs it into the pavement with his boot.
He enters his vehicle, leaving his past behind him. The 1977 Firebird welcomes him,
And he drifts into the endless void.