When they're minds
Push cities and billboards
With white, crooked smiles,
i drift slowly..........
Mine is with the leaves
With the mountains and the trees
And the butterflies
Interacting with the bees.....
My mouth does not bring light
To the phythons on my beating drum
But my hands rage
At the people of the city
Who tanter and mock my ways.
My mind twists,
my big belly turns,
swivels and shakes
when those selfish eyes
search for my hidden treasures......
The ones of the skysraypers
push my forest mind aside.
Because I have the inability
to bring the flower breeze
into their lives.
They push me aside,
because i have a forest mind.
YOU ARE READING
The Script
Teen Fictionthis is a poem based on a story that is yet to be published in due time called "The Script" . It is about a 19-year old grl who is repeating matriculant at a former model-C school and is faced with a number of challenges from fake friends, to enemie...
