Book Of Poems

I am

I am from a burning state
Fire swallowing life, charred black wood seen for miles

I am from two blitzing comets in the starry night sky.
Each with their long blazing tail streaking behind it.
Moving apart like a tear in a fresh sheet of paper.

I am the lantern in the gloomy deserted night
Radiating respectful, restoring rays.
Serving as a beacon, emitting hope in a world suffocating

I am from dazzling composers
Their deep brown instruments and golden yellow trumpets
Their melodies sweeter than an angels voice.

I am from the clamming of wooden sticks on bleached ice
Swatting pucks as fast as dancing white lightning streaks across the desolate sky.
The chanting of rowdy fans, smells of buttered popcorn and steamy hot dogs roaming the aisles.

I am from a fountain of knowledge
Its effects washing over me like the radiating rays of the tangerine sun.

I am from the choppy, teal waters of the swan’s lake.
Transforming into an image when needed
Sucking in my emotions like a forceful vacuum
My swans flock to me, they aide me, helping me navigate the seemly endless lake.