Grand Canyon
So many foreign voices
in words one does not understand.
Light, hugged by clouds, but not enough
causing you to squint your eyes.
Shady areas along the edge of the hold,
gave home to creatures and rest stops to tourists.
Massive, multicolored layers
Packed into each other like
NYC in rush hour.
Out of the chaos, you are calm and peaceful;
no distractions, except for birds calling out to one another and
soft patter of squirrel feet up the bark.
What’s it like being a home to wildlife?
How do you feel about humans invading your privacy every Day and Night? Cold or Warm?
On top of the world
On top of the world
On top of the world
You fall so deep into layers and layers of past life.
You span wide across, hoping to see tourists on the other side.
You used to be unknown to the world.
They have grown and so have you.
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Collection of My Works
PoetryThis is just a collection of pieces that I have done throughout school and in my free time. Most of these are poems since I have written a boat load of them. I hope you enjoy!
