If I could make music out of these words I would be achieving all I’ve dreamed of The pulsing rhythm of an iambic pentameter acting as a kick drum Making you feel the vibrations in your chest But I can’t turn this one into an organized and pleasantly rhythmed 3 and a half minute song …
The little fox trots ‘n trotsHe trots through the fall lightThe fall light shines through the rusty brown treesThe rusty brown trees shed their leavesThe only sound to be heard isThe little fox crunching each leafSo light and so swiftThe little fox trots n trots
We are Sunlight, warm and bright We are Leaves blowing in the breeze We are A part of something That is beautiful We are Mist, gentle, full of bliss We are Alive, reaching for the sky We are Free, like waves on the sea We are Who we are Meant to be
They arrived one day, without warning, without any hesitation. Bastards in giant white pickup trucks with giant pictures saying Green Forestry on the side drove onto my land, my beautiful land with hundreds of trees with hundreds of years of age. They marched into my forest and started planning the removal of my trees. I …
White knuckles test my patience. Eager, you check the clock: What does it say? That it’s not over. Feel like you’re filled to the brim with it. All the while you stay poised. What could that feeling be? Pressure upon the ribcage. Surge of agony nestled in your chest cavity. Gums numb. Jaw tight. Adrenaline …
Behind the man’s dull blank eyes, Confusion grows in power, Confusion grows, Taking over the man, The man runs trying to flee from the laughter of Confusion. An alley seems to be the best spot for this losing fight, The man lays letting the rain try to aid his warbound mind, Questions continue to surface, …
Take a deep breath, son, Unfocus your eyes for me. Look upon the sea, Know that you can swim its breadth, And live for the water’s touch.
