My Person

🥰 The sky looked like it was paintedWith soot from a chimneyAnd the wind was trying to blowIt awayWith all its might.My mood felt the opposite of bright.Just when I was doubting the pointOf our bleak existence,The doom was met with A sudden resistanceFor you greeted me with such excitement,A golden retriever was no matchFor

Blood Rain

🌧 Blood rain splattered From the heavens this morning, The smell of summer shattered But as I inhaled the smell Of rain on the ground Nothing else mattered For I felt blessed by The bountiful river Falling from the sky And I did not shiver Though my summer clothes were thin For I had waited

Hallways

I search long hallways buzzingWith electrifying commotion,This is the curse of my devotionTowards a life I simply cannot grasp.I cannot remember peaceIn these hallwaysAnd yet is it not also a curseIf cobwebs in this placeWere to be the price of grace?A mind bustling with negativityIs no better than a ghost townBut I would rather have

Known

❤️‍🔥 My darling I have known youFor only a moment of lifeBut when the time comesI will end this journeyKnowing you Till my very least breathFor though times changeAnd my relationships haveAll felt that wrath,You are different.There are seven sacramentsBut darling in my lifeYou are the next.

Transcending

Poetry is the song That transcends time

Intricately

Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Sometimes we analyse situationsSo intricatelyThat they seem worse thanThey should beWhen really we should take some breathsAnd count one… Two… ThreeFor truth be told it’s not overTill it should beAnd sometimes it’s not as seriousAs we convince ourselves it should beBecause

You are loved

You say you are not loved But darling, The persons you donate Your clothes to Everyone once in a while Now have such a lovely smile. The person you said a kind word to Still thinks about you Every time he says a kind word too. The person who once saw your beauty From across

Predictions

Is it not so strange

Moon Dust and Meteors

Darling you are a child of the starsMade of moon dust and meteors.The beauty of the universeIs just as much yours. Darling you are a child of the starsBut you were given earth to call home.Of course you feel powerlessWhen this strange landIs all you have ever known.

The Bread Strike

I see this as one of the funniest moments in my island’s history. So in February of 1977, the bakers decided that the bread was becoming too costly. The government tried to call it a national emergency as in this case our constitution allows the government to force us to work, but the judges were