Blue clouds hold my tears
And grumble with all my fears
An awful storm often appears
Droplets fall on red angry seas
Tired of staying on its knees
And always aiming to please
The sun shines a happy light
Breaking through the darkest night
Creating smiles that are always bright
Plants are what I achieve
Bees buzz with all I believe
My flowers wilt but never leave
But all plants decompose
And I mirthfully suppose
That's where my all memory goes
Prey are my insecurities
While predators are my loyalties
Seeking out my impurities
Humans are my every thought
And due to all the wars fought
I must hold tight to all I've got
The wind sings melodies
And cheerful parodies
To soothe my tragedies
No matter how the pot stirs
No professionals or amateurs
Will ever claim this as his or hers
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
