Donuts to Cats

Poems

❝blue❞

water is blue.
the lake is, and the sky it reflects is too,
the deeper one goes, the deeper the hue.

and the jeans one wears.
timeless, and always comes in pairs,
sometimes it's the holes one repairs.

and dark blue is the sky when it rains.
the puddles across the plains,
and blood lacking oxygen in one's veins.

blue is found in some eyes.
and is the feeling when one cries,
a loneliness the tear implies.

blue is a shade that we paint.
the sides of homes the color will taint,
when said and done, it looks quite quaint.

blue is everywhere in our lives.
the highest flights, the lowest dives,
no matter what, blue survives.

~~~

❝love goes❞

the morning brought a love—
sparkling bright,
sifting through the fog.
the afternoon brought a fire—
burning white,
showering all in light.
the evening brought a fight—
sizzling red,
nothing was quite alright.
the sunset brought a close—
dying down,
romantics froze.
but then again,
isn't that just the way love goes?

~~~

❝dash of color❞

dash of color

here and there

out from the grey

is something rare

something bright

surely to stand out

catches the eye

it seems to shout

dash of color

here and there

out from the grey

something to spare

~~~

❝date night❞

the air was fresh.
mother nature just did the laundry.
the rain starts to fall,
and I know she's just taking a shower.
flowers scent the late afternoon—
it's just her perfume.
the clouds sweep across the sky.
she's donned her flowing evening dress.
a sunset blooms red and orange.
mother nature puts on her lipstick.
the sky starts to fade to dark.
she's left her house, turned the lights off.
the sunset meets the starry sky.
and she is dancing with her date, the night.

~~~

❝sunset summer❞

deep breath

of sunset summer air—

it feels good.

like how life should feel.

cold soda in one hand,

a camera in the other.

taking photos of us all.

we'll remember these days for a while.

the sky takes its sweet time,

dropping lower in the sky.

but we don't mind.

it's still warm out,

with a summer breeze.

short sleeves—

it's all we need.

and I look up into the golden sky

and hope these days won't leave.

~~~

❝poems❞

poems.
everywhere.
some can see it, some can not.
they're there, nonetheless.

find the rhythm and the time
find the repetition, the description.
all the images created
all the hidden meanings
waiting, wanting to be unveiled.

there are no rules—
it's all free.
there are no filters—
write whatever.
no one cares.
throw in slang, throw in everything.
mush-pot of the brain.

and there are breaks.
lines
are
broken
up
like
so.
it's artistic, alright?

some poems rhyme!
it's quite sublime.
other ones don't.
that's awkward.

patterns are created,
intended or not.
the syllables, the words, the lines.
like a song.
lyrical.
beautiful.

if only everyone could find
the poems scattered in the world.
you look outside
and see the street.
yet others see a verse...
they're there, nonetheless.

~~~

❝shadow❞

shadows cast
long and dark
only caused
by the spark

the spark of light
spark of thought
grasped by those
who only sought

to see tomorrow
to see today

but always,
one must find

a shadow of grey.

~~~

❝who am I, I am❞

I
I am a smile
I am a laugh
I am an eye-roll
I am a shrug.

I
I sing
I jump
I dance
I dream.

I
I am a head-scratcher
I am a bit lip
I am a bruise
I am a scowl.

I
I sigh
I stomp
I yell
I confuse.

I
I am a girl
I am an individual
I am a soul
I am a character.

I
I tease
I make mistakes
I joke
I can only be human.

I
I am
me.

~~~

❝here's to❞

here's to the ones.

the every, the special, the same.

and to the young.

the reckless, the inventive, the wild.

here's to the confident.

the never, the sometimes, the over.

and to the proud.

the always, the greatly, the tiniest bit.

here's to the tired.

the daydreamy, the sleepy, the consistently.

and to the done.

the so, the very, the not yet.

here's to the happy.

the ecstatically, the extremely, the easily.

and to the joyous.

the laughing, the singing, the dancing.

here's to the roads that we find ourselves down.

the winding, the steep, the endless.

and to the people we are when we emerge.

the courageous, the free, the human.

~~~

Helloooo! It's been forever since I've posted anything on this book, real sorry.

I've been collecting all these poems I've written over the past year or so. Some are better than others, and I'm wondering-- which one do you like the best (my personal favorites are Blue and Love Goes :) )? A lot of these poems were inspired by photographs I've taken-- if you didn't know, I love photography-- and so they might not make a ton of sense. Hopefully they did to some extent, but at the same time, poems are, by nature, able to be interpreted in many ways. So leave your feedback, comments, thoughts and what not-- I'm curious of what you all thought!