Finding You (2011)
Among the crowd
Above the sound
Despite the noise
Concerning the loud toys
Looking for you
Being followed by I-don't-know-who
Away from the quiet
Apart from the mute
Without you
Within the party
Little Boy's Toy (2011)
There once was a boy
Who had a beautiful toy
And once it broke
He thought he would choke
And he was NOT filled with joy.
Coffee Bug (2011)
There once was a bug
Who lived in a rug
He hated tea
But he loved coffee
So he bought a beautiful mug.
Me (2011)
Awesome, silly, laid-back, tired
Niece of Szanne
Lover of art, music, technology
Who feels tired, restless, content
Who needs music, technology, 30 Seconds to Mars
Who fears bricks, clocks, old technology
Who gives art, music, COOKIES!!!
Who would like to see flying cars, Steve Jobs alive, space/time travel (like in Doctor Who)
Resident of here
Me
Darkness (2011)
Darkness is watching you sleep
It smells of death
It tastes of sourness
It sounds like thunder, with no bright lighting
It feels like forever has passed you by
It looks like watching helplessly, with the invisible manacles binding you
It is the final frontier
Darkness is an empty jail with no escape in sight.
Island Of Dreams (2011)
An empty island
On a warm, clear night,
At sunset, or midnight,
An owl taking off, cool breeze whistling through the trees,
Stars and the Moon shining bright upon the open, beautiful beach,
Feel the wind blowing through my hair, lying on the sand, a blanket wrapped around me,
In the summer,
I will be content.
Moonlit Battlefield (2011)
Under the moonlight,
We stand, ready to fight.
As the night rages on,
We continue to stand strong.
Weapons raised,
Our minds filled with rage.
Stars in the sky,
Shimmer in your eye.
I can't believe I'm doing this,
After every little kiss.
I will miss you, my friend,
But now, this is the end.
Fire fills the trees behind you,
This is my usual cue,
I strike.
You fall.
I turn.
With two of the bloodshot eye,
Everyone has to die.
Piercing the night,
I begin my flight.
The Final Pursuit (2011)
Dashing through the trees,
Eyes squinting in the breeze.
The moment we've been waiting for,
And now I'm heading for the door.
You gain on me,
I plead to be free.
I look up to follow the moon,
As daytime creatures find their cocoons.
I won't take the first blow,
My hair whipping in the wind's ungentle flow.
And when I give up,
My time to hold the cup,
I turn,
And my hand is burned.
You're gone again.
YOU ARE READING
Peacock
PoesiaA collection of my poetry by month. Read from end to beginning by dates; sorry! This is the first book in the collection. 1/5/2015-5/11/2015 126 days 389 poems
