Insecurity within one's self ,
Of being replaced or abandoned,
Triggered by fear,
Lacking emotional support.
  Pacing,wondering,thinking,
Paranoia settling  in.
It becomes
A negative regressive state of mind.
My possession,
And no one else's.

Beauty veiled from the earth,
Only a emotionless figure is shown,
peering down at the inhabitants of this world.
It is neither destructive nor harmonious,
But is noncommittal.
Wearing it enables you
To be enigmatic,
If preferred, a new being
Creating endless personalities.

I hear the screeching sound,
Of the rioting crowd roaring like a lion,
When the weathered football is kicked,
Falling down like a missile,
Touching earth.
I see the opposing offence,
Passing for desperate yardage,
As our insane defense,
Forcefully sacks the quarterback,
In the backfield,
Providing our team with momentum.
I feel of the cold,
Icy wind as the ultimate play is about
To unfold,
As we play the fourth quarter.
The excruciating pain,
Of deliberately being bowled over,
By a linebacker with such vigorous
Power,
That your helmet is knocked off.
The relief of winning,
A difficult ballgame,
As we celebrate,
Another outstanding victory.

A palatial forest,
Full of verdure only to be seen under
The Lucent celestial body
Owls stay secluded beneath the
Caliginous shadows,
Tree limbs swerve and waver from the
Fluttering wind.
Pathways scatter across the canvas
Filled with greenery
Vines clamber to the ground,
Fallen leaves lie withered through the earth,
Under the nautical dusk
Thus shows the beauty of a forest at
Night.