She is God's greatest creation
A sculpture of pure genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
Strokes of red
Dabs of yellow
Dipping his brush in the fabric of space creating the first Ms. Universe.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

i no longer speak to the wind,
she doesn't listen,
and she blows whichever way she wants

one day the rain didn't come
her suicide note read,
i'm sorry i was nothing more than a life of falling

i want to be the reason there is light inside your eyes again. the reason you worship the sunrise, instead of clinging red knuckled to the end of each dying day.

the sun doesn't shine in your world, and i wonder why. perhaps it's because you choose to write all your poems in the clouds.