Animalistic and Deep Poems

The Mighty Sun

Sun, oh sun,

Oh mighty sun,

I used to think that you were no fun.

With your brights rays and blistering heat,

You would leave us feverish and deadbeat.

Your fervent glow made us crave some snow,

But the snow, when eaten, made our voices sound like a crow.

We would sweat, stink and be on dehydration's brink,

Just on the edge, we would get up to get a drink.

All the memories we made, good and bad,

All the little incidents, happy and sad.

Everything was under your bright little face,

And though quite irritating, you were our ace.

Now that I'm stuck in my dark, hot and humid home,

I almost wish that I was under your bright and open self, playing with some loam.

A/N: I guess the deep poem era wasn't too far off. This is the random, non animal poem I was talking about in my description. Though they are all pretty bad, whether they are about animals or the sun.

Going to the topic though, someone save me from this darn heat. Everything and everywhere is hot. Wherever I go, it's hot. At least outside, the shades are cool and the wind is blowing. Inside, it is hot everywhere. I wanna escape to the north pole at this point. It is so goddamn hot. I hate this feeling. I wish ice age would come sooner.

It feels as though the heat isn't coming from the surroundings, it's coming from me. I am heat and heat is me. I am the the source of all heat. I am the sun itself. Am I going crazy? Nah, it's the heat.