My pillows are clouds
That I sink into at night
Feathers and cotton
Mixed together just right
Into a slumber
I solemnly slip
And enter a dream land
Of adventures and trips
A graceful transition
When the time comes to wake
On pillows of comfort
For a much needed break

‪Golden faces in the sky ‬
‪The suns bright rays fall through ‬
‪Bouncing off of every cloud‬
‪Making for an extraordinary view‬
‪The sun itself is muted‬
‪Hazy when compared ‬
‪To the moon and stars alike ‬
‪As if the fight were fair‬

She had a tear in her eye
Her lips parched and dry
His hands were red as a ruby
He’d been caught in a lie
Yet, he tried to deny
That he wasn’t in love with another young beauty
Her anger was just
Lost over lust
As if a plot to her own twisted movie
She believed in their trust
It was an absolute must
Now going forward, she’ll have to be more choosy

Under the cover of the tall elm trees
A hallow path is set
To walk through and be guided
Without certain harm or threat
The path is dark and dingy
With echoes haunting sound
Bouncing off the bark facade
Of every tree around

To the right
A future
Of stunts and escapades
To the left
“The known path”
Fair since the time of the crusades
Your choice is not of good or evil
Or what you stand to lose
Neither one is more deserving
But it’s still your choice to choose

There’s no time for sleep
When emotions runneth deep
And when emotions get the best of me
I can’t control the beat
Of the thumping in my chest
I grow weary, I confess
Of situations I detest
Both with and without stress

No one makes me any sandwiches
When I sit around at home
There’s many disadvantages
Living life alone
The peace is worth it’s weight in gold
That much I’ll say is true
And I love that no one ever questions me
Or tells me what to do