Poems

Planet Earth

Once there was light

Once there is light, There is hope;

Even though; my mind is dark,

It's darker than the night sky itself.

Not even a c***k in the moon,

No wishing star passes my window,

Nothing to wish things better.

Occasionally small sparks appear,

But not often enough to c***k the code,

It's hard to make me c***k,

A small misleading information triggered,

Causing the brain flare,

It feels like it's on fire.

As the hole in the in my heart widens,

The pain in my eyes grow,

As they burn and sting,

All because you held it together for to long,

The feeling of hurt that I felt,

Turns into remorseful emptiness.

Even the moon and stars don't glisten,

The reflection is blinding to see,

As they fill up my eyes,

My breathing became rapid,

I couldn't stop the floods from coming,

My poor tendered heart couldn't take it anymore.

Nor could I prevent the storm that raged;

On within me.

I wanted the world to stop spinning;

Inside my head.

I looked at the moon for the last time,

And I saw red.

The moon

The scoundrel that's really back,

Above all others is the heel.

A heel is second. a heel is backward,

a heel is hinder, however.

How happy is the inside windshield!

Now indoor is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the windshield is out-of-door.

Don't believe that heaven is big?

Heaven is little beyond belief.

Heaven - the true source of ahem.

Why would you think the satellite is small?

The satellite is the biggest broadcast of all.

A satellite is bountiful. a satellite is obvious,

a satellite is bighearted, however.

How happy are meteoritic craters!

Do craters make you shiver?

Do they?

I saw the the entire stick in of my generation destroyed,

How I mourned the glass.

A glass is whole. a glass is smooth,

a glass is total, however.

my moon and sun

She's is equally as beautiful as the horizon,

She's the wind, the movement of the waves,

The small changes in the world,

The perfect divide between the the earth atmosphere,

She is mother nature.

When the sun rise and when the sun goes down,

My eyes are still awake,

Watching the movement, the wind,

Flows like electricity through my stationary bones,

As i Waited.. and waited… for the midnight-sky to set.

I saw her – for the first time – oh,

How I wish she knew how beautiful she was,

When i saw her – for the first time,

I felt her – for the first time – she's safe and she's warm.

I could just about grasp her in between my arms,

Before, I slip between hard bumps of rocks,

Sufferication,

Covered in grit and stone,

I was pulled to a tremendous force.

I felt her shallow breathing against my forehead.

Catching my breath – my tears,

Like water falls in the Niagara,

As I looked up upon the stars and heavens,

A sigh of relief was heard.

She was the reason why the midnight-sky hold many wonders,

Leaving my thought untraced amongst the many,

Thousand of stars, and I found you amongst them,

Within full bliz of the gasoline moon,

A full stand still observation.

Each day is filled with promise, potential and possibility,

Yet She doesn't know thats she is the moon,

The people orbiting her are like the planets,

Around the moon and sun,

She holds both the moon and the sun.