The summer sky is stained
The air tastes of cotton
It is printed on the cherry tree.
Outside, the twilight ink of roofs
is touched by the night.
I wanted the apple-smoke of an old lamp
to sip the wetness down its throat.
unfold the sky and
make a kite of it and
aim it high
towards the light
the brilliant light and
don't let go of it
unfold the sky
fall in love
away to any
guy who thinks
and the sky
up until this point,
I thought I was doing well.
I got on the train this morning,
listening to the same music
I always do.
…now I’m stuck here waiting for you to come outside…
tappin my foot,
reading that godforsaken book for
I know; it’s my major.
…you’ll never come out and I think that I will die…
today was different though,
because before the first stop I had to
put the book down
because all of a sudden
I couldn’t see.
it took me two more stops to realize
I was crying;
my mind increasingly
…and float on up into that big blue sky…
bombarded with memories I thought I had already
…come back as rain and cleanse your pride…
…why won't you let me come inside?
Here we are together,
i feel your heartbeat close to mine.
Our sweet laughter becomes one,
just the same as the starry July sky & the blazing summer sun.
When i get cold you wrap me in your arms,
& quickly take me away from all the worlds harms.
You walk me home like the gentlman you are,
then you kiss me beneath the the moon & the stars.
It's getting late & your mom expects you home,
you kiss me one more time & it's time for you to go.
You leave me standing there all alone,
but the feeling follows me all the way home.
Even when you're not close,
between our two heartbeats i feel yours the most.
I am lost in your beautiful brown eyes,
even though im staring at the big blue summer sky.
The holes in the ozone layer have cracked
and all the fog is rising
and diffusing into heaven
where the angels choke
and lay dying
beneath the sky stained black.
Light up the dark with the flick of a switch,
the power will simmer as circuits brake
because now the sky is dimmer
then ever before.
The glow at the end of the tunnel is weak
and the angels no longer sing
because their lungs are heavy with the sting
of the smog that fills heaven
too much for fragile eyes to handle.
Tears dissipate and trickle to earth
but these drops are not enough to reverse
the draught and dull of the human curse.
Like a bird released from its cage
Flying for your freedom
Oh the joy of being carefree
The joy of a soaring spirit
And a flying soul
Its beauty taking wings
Of beautiful silk
Oh, little bird in your cage
How I'd love to set you free
So you could fly to your freedom
Because I know how it feels to be free
I'd set you free
Free as raindrops on a lush green hill
Free as rainbows in the sky
Free as lightening in the horizon
Free as thunder that rumbles in the distance
Free as dewdrops kissing the flowers
Free as lacy snowflakes covering the ground
Free as a bird released from its cage
Oh, little bird how I would love to set you free!
my hand the night sky
the space in between
The sky is blue the
trees are green the ground
is brown-how do
these colors clash?
The colors have more
meaning to what we all see.
The sky is gravity,
the trees is the life
of nature and humans,
the ground is the beginning
of a new life and new end.
These colors are the meaning
of all life and things
Do not be ashamed,
it could be the
rebirth of a new age.
-Sign LINK THE HERO OF TIME-
i think you were like the sun
i loved your glow and warmth
and i doodled your rays into old notepads
and my heart
i stayed out when i could to play in your warmth
and you gently kissed the bridge of my nose
and sprinkled freckles, tokens of your love,
onto my face
you whispered "stay"
and so i did
but when i grew tired of the heat
i asked you to come sit with me
in the shade of an old willow tree
and the sky shifted into a black oblivion
it was then i realized that you had gone
and your heat has left my heart rotting
my skin still bubbles and crackles
from the summer i spent in the sun