outside
Opportunity
opportunity
how the fuck is this
opportunity
when I’m being shut out
I can’t climb
if you don’t show me
the step
I can’t learn how to see
if you keep me
in the dark
Beyond the Fence
Surrounded with good postured grass and newly fallen leaves
My eyes soak up sparkling dew and lungs rejoice with the breeze
My private haven, with bright greens and sunshine gold’s
A place where my imagination can soar, and beauty is bold
This magnificent meadow, with vibrant colors and rich smells
Every strand of dark green grass has a story to tell
My admiration, my escape, this secluded refuge serves
My gaze is set on climbing trees, with their out stretched arms that curve
This caring defense, of plump bushes and soaring trees
Save me from the outside world, yet lets me be free
I watch the graceful decent, of an autumn leaf,
Flow to a calm bed of grass, which lie beneath
I peer upon a family of rocks, caught between day and night
Relaxing in the Earths cool soil, yet bathe in deep sunlight
These fluid thoughts, abetted by the breeze
A place, my place; my mind set free
Perfection
Perfection doesn't always last.
We may wish it did,
but that's not how life works.
It's like a wick burning outside.
So luminescent,
so pure.
As life goes on,
the winds pick up,
unexpected changes occur.
Might go out,
might not.
Just Depends how strong it is.
Incubated
Despite the tiny hands
drawing faces and writing names.
The frost covered window
manages to cloth itself
in a new layer of fog
on a cold rainy day.
Closing out sight
from the outside world.