Around the landscape,
Grass is perfect, made of plastic
False flowers bloom year-round
The sky is a brilliant cerulean, always
The world does not spin,
Tilted on it's axis
Everyone is perfect,
Their faces equivalent to one another
There is no love,
Nor naturalism
Everything is artificially sweetened.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
The boys fell,
fell,
fell far away
From the whimsical air where the ocean lay
Where the waves came up to swallow them
As the tree, tall as the empire state building
Swayed soft and steady
The wind slapped them as they walked
Slowing their pace
But nobody, no, nobody cared
And the boys, pale as paper
Watching as the moon glistened through cryptic clouds
And they moved against the wind
Slowly at first, then faster, faster
Until they collapse into
Wildflowers, dyed scarlet with blood
Dripping into a quickly flowing river
Pulling the boys along with the cold curren
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
A girl stands on a beach
Watching the sun set
Tangerine-colored clouds on the horizon
The girl sits down in the sand
Feeling cold, wet pebbles beneath her fingers
And thinking
Of everything she'd ever thought, done, said
As gelid waves began to wash over her
Slowly, patterning
Not skipping a beat
Just like her heart
Now the moon shimmers
High in the sky
The girl lay down in the sand
As she took her last breath
A weight lifted off her shoulders
And she smiled.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
She was a ray of sunshine
That no one could bring down
Until one day,
An ominous boy, a dark cloud,
Followed her around
And then she found an umbrella
It helped her
For a short while
She then fell and cut her knee
On the sharp gravel, a smiling villain
Soon, she found a band-aid
Hidden among trees and undergrowth
That was a silver sheild
But before long,
The ominous boy,
The dark cloud,
Caught her
And he stole her umbrella
And ripped the band-aid off her knee
With all his might
His arm made of platinum
And left her
Bleeding on the gravel
Blue in the moonlight
And she became a dark cloud as well
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
Het Poema moved through the snow
Fierce like a great windstorm
Hiding from the barbaric hunter
Fatal like a shotgun
Moving swiftly as the ocean
On a stormy night
But Het Poema is quick
And the hunter is lunch
His weapon left in the cold winter snow
And his blood
To be unnoticed
For an eternity
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
The ocean was a monster
Following her, swallowing her
She ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore
The ocean, freezing blue turned maroon, caressed her
Comforted her
Swift as a coursing River
The wind pushes her over
Trees swaying with fury
Her eyes fall closed
As the waves consume her
She watches the sun set, orange over the mountains
She closes her eyes, thinking of everything she had seen, done, read, dreamed
She thinks of the literature licking lollipops, the words working wonders
Now the moon shines bright, high in the sky
She smiles morosely as one last gelid wave washes her away
Forever
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC