You know, half the time, I do something, and my mind automatically goes, 'how would this be written in a story?' and words flash in my head. It's actually pretty cool, like words pop up spontaneously in my head into potential scenes I could use in a future story, y'know, but at the same time very uncanny.
New poem!:
Springtime, meadows, birdsong
Summer, heat waves, sweating
Autumn, crisp leaves, cool breeze
Winter, snowstorm, frostbite
Different, complementary, opposites
How different are we?
Racism, sexism, ect.?
How different are we,
really?
We're all human—if not monsters.
We're all people—if not animals.
We're all soulful—if not empty.
See how similar we are?
How complementary?
There's no reason to be rude,
to be mean, hostile, degrading.
Everyone is unique. That's okay.
What's so wrong about it? Really?
Comments??