She looks like a lion without a mane,
except she’s very tame.
She doesn't bite but,
she puts up a fight.
She’ll claw,
and pounce,
maybe even hiss.
Once she accepts you as a friend
not foe.
She’ll cuddle and purr,
lick and drool.
Give her food and
she’ll love you forever.
feels like a brand new fleece coat,
sounds like a constant chirping bird,
except she’s a cat
and she says “meow”.
When she runs
she looks like a tumbleweed in the wind
like a big ball of orange fur
that accentuates sunshine and fire at dusk.
I guess that
she’s fierce because
her whiskers entale that
she is wise and a prowler
ready to scowl.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
I am from the wall,
from the generation of iPhones and makeup.
I am from the tight spaces.
I am from the mountains,
the cold clear skies.
I am from the long hikes
and green eyes, from the Herriot’s
and the Denno’s.
I am from the morning pancakes
and the late night board games.
From follow your dreams
and there are no monsters under the bed.
I am from the heavens.
I’m from New Hampshire and Vermont,
PB&J's and Mac and cheese.
From the parents’ divorce,
the Christmas mornings filled with eggnog,
and the birthday’s of grandma and grandpa.
I am from
home.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Roar goes the waves on a hot summer day,
calm as the breeze that floats away,
I splash in and out as the current floats by my eyes,
and I feel the movement of things passing by,
I swim very fast to the oceans deep scares to the kind open place of the corals deep lairs,
My heart starts to calm as I reach my sweet home,
where the Dolphinians roam.
In the place where all of the coral reef's cage.
And the waters release there unbeatable rage.
Where none can be saved from the depth of the gloom no Dolphinians light can revive the dead's rule,
all around movements scarce,
no sense of life will share a glance,
no feeling of free is a choice in this sea the home of the Dolphinians is no place to be,
since it happens to be in my fantasy.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC