The dew drop
A single droplet on the underside of a leaf
As clear as glass, as colourful as light Slowly and gently it slides towards the tip Then towards the ground, shining like a small jewel Tiny copies break away Yet still it remains perfect Retaining its glory To be repeated over and over again
The tree
Through Spring though busy it stands Through Summer though burdened it stands Through Autumn though at loss it stands Through Winter though dying it stands Then along comes man, and no longer it stands
A couplet
Must be short, this is a couplet, am I not wrong That it is a poem which is only two lines long
The mirror
Don't get in the middle of two they say Only so much soul to go around Image after image pouring into one another Truth, lies, reflected back Endlessy the labyrinth of yourself continues Into infinity But only one is real
Vanity
I saw you kiss the depths of your vanity
That thing you view as more beautiful than a narcissus flower
That fragile pool which does not ripple
Thus marring the reflection
They say to love one's self is to be forever happy
Yet I tell you now
You take that to a ridiculous level
Dream
Observe this landscape
It is almost amusing how barren it appears
Yet you would be surprised how much is actually there
Oh really!?! Is that the best my own mind can come up with?!
I wanted to fight a scary monster
These skeleton just fall apart the second I swish a sword at them
What's this?
Oh its a horse riding lesson now
Who is in control here?
Clearly not me, my thoughts are too vague to do anything about this
Got to get up now or I'll be late
