♤Green♤

Small ferns tickle my ankles as I walk past

And a creek bubbles along cheerfully,

Its waters masking the faint sounds of a highway behind me. 

The birds are singing somewhere off in the distance

And their melody fills the air,

Echoing through the trees.

Rays of sunlight poke through the dense canopy

And bathe the woods in warmth.

Towering giants surround me on all sides,

Their trunks sturdy and unyielding beneath my fingers.

A willow stands to my right, 

Its branches draping close to the ground, brushing my arms.

I lift myself into its grasp and away from the soft soil,

So different from the cold cement I’m used to.

Leaves form a curtain around me,

Waving slightly in the wind and creating a breeze,

Gently tossing my hair behind my shoulders.

Slowly, I slide down from the willow

And head towards the heart of the forest;

The city may be close, but here, my world is green.

Gold

Gold is the setting sun,
The light that seeps through the blinds.

Gold is dancing in front of the mirror with your friends,
For no reason whatsoever.
Gold is laughing so hard your stomach hurts,
And sleepovers and pillow fights.

Gold is the quiet banter from the living room,
The soft clink of glasses at dinner.

And the happiness you feel at the end of the day
That shows through your smile,

That is golden. 

We Each Have Our Own Little (or rather, big) Mountain

We close our eyes and spread our wings,

Gliding over deep red seas and purple trees.

Over hills and in through caves.

Coming to rest

At the foot of this mountain

Yet again.

This mountain

Made of broken dreams and goals we’ve never achieved.

Another View On Reality

I liked to pretend that I lived in a world

Where everything was right, and nothing was wrong,

Where everyone was happy and everyone was free.

I liked to think that I lived in a world

With fairies and mermaids and castles and dreams--

But now the string that pulls me back

Says otherwise.

Because this is reality.

This world filled with war, conflict, and death.

The scars on our race I cannot escape

Not matter how much I wish or pray.

Because this is reality.

Because We All Hate This Feeling

Fingers are poised above the keyboard.

Ideas burst in your mind.

No words.

Notes are laid before you.

The tune plays in your mind.

No music.

Every carefully laid out plan is

Perfectly set in your mind.

No action.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

The world waits and watches.

Nothing happens.

It’s time to let out

This pent up irritation

With no reprieve.

Diverging Paths

Here is the mountain,

Snow and all,

The one they bade you climb.

Here is the road

Built by fathers and sons,

The one they laid for you.

There is the path,

Crevices, wolves, cliffs and all,

The one you will forge by hand

A template or not,

There's more than one way to get to the top,

So which is the one you shall choose?

Words (There Will Be Plenty Here)

This blog will be full of words, so I might as well deal with them now first, before they prove to be trouble later on.

Big, tall, wide, and small.

fancy, plain, and downright messy.

Distressful happy, elite, gilded.

Words with gold trim

plush, feathered words

made for the rich

Rags and top hats;

gray shabby words.

dressed for the poor

Whatever word it may be;

sticky, yellow, purring.

plush velvet armchairs

gold lined paper.

slippery orange fish;

smooth and alive.

Big, tall, wide, and small.

fancy, plain, and downright messy.

Distressful, happy, elite, and gilded.