the moon is a waxing gibbous and it is very pale and bright.
the sun is setting slowly but surely.
its warmth reflects onto the house, giving it a dusk look, contrasted by the dark shades of the rest of the backyard.
beating sun was a theme for me in second semester,
seventh grade;
s.s.s.g.,
my grandma's backyard is beautiful.
what was once my future school is now my current school,
a mere mile away,
i can see the bright lights from here,
it smells like barbecue,
and i'm reminded of my previous unbridled creativity.
poetry isn't commitment,
so i stick to poetry.
an era is closing,
a new one is opened.
perhaps eras aren't defined
in obvious changes in ones life,
but rather how they feel about the changes in their life;
their reactions, slow or quick,
are decided by the beholder of the brain.
perhaps there are two kinds of eras.
literal and mental.
a literal one started two months ago.
a mental era,
the eras that matter,
started yesterday.
i shall partake in this halloween era.
a shame it will only last a month.
but perhaps that's a literal era,
and the mental one will last
for longer.
so let us see how this era
goes.
YOU ARE READING
GTR's Poetry
Randommy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
