Zebra are seen mainly in dreams,

With licorice stripes--

And bodies of cream--



Their jewelry box hooves

Are made from the moon--

And their manes were lately

Bristles on brooms.



You can take off their heads

And fill them with clouds--

If you fill them with coins, they weigh five thousand pounds.



Lions like stars--

So they hunt in the sky--

But the zebra are hiding

Behind your closed eyes.



Zebra are seen mainly in dreams--

In the morning, they follow the sun--

When its warmth is felt, their cream bodies melt,

And then, away they run.

the rusty swings sway in the wind,
reminiscing on what once was before she sinned,
the little girl which used to be scared to sit,
scared of falling to the ground, punching back when her body hit,
now that little girl is grown,
she sits on those swings like its a thrown,
because everything is luxury when you're eight,

the rusty swings rest in the sun,
whilst that once little girl runs along,
she brings her friends, or so she thinks,
they sit ,they laugh, until they sink,
until they start to give her betraying stares,
until she realises they never cared,
she then sits alone on the swings,
because everything is hard when you're thirteen,

the rusty swings have been removed now,
all the little children have grown up,
now they just sit in the darkness.
wishing they could go back to sitting on the swings.

It was not man’s dream
to walk the Earth, or gander at the spectacles in the sky—looking at shooting stars different in color and size that appeared white to our naked eyes.

The dream of an astronaut is that of a child.
Because children don't let go of their ambitions.

Always seeing all the colors of the moon lit stars, which is regular to them.

A telescope and a room filled with geniuses is the comparison here.
It was never ironic for the world's prodigies to consider taking a path in space exploration.

Willing to make a name for themselves, they would want to be as big as the sun.
With little to no care of what risk it might pose.

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The Day Of Launch:

“Apollo 11 was the first successful crewed mission to land humans on the Moon. Launched on July 16, 1969, the mission culminated in Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin becoming the first humans to walk on the lunar surface on July 20, 1969, fulfilling President Kennedy's 1961 goal.“

You looked at the magazines stapled together.

Today you walk grown ready to engage with bodies outside of your world.

The ship is titled upward and the rocket propelled directly up, the countdown is only brief—because of time.

Today or Tomorrow you have left Earth behind.

…

Distortion in Space, a place where everything is lost.

A time when a grown man wishes it was a dream—because of the foolishness of this world’s product…children.

Child’s play is a serious business.
You can tell by the furrow and
the earnest tongue -
how it protrudes for extra concentration.

And when it suddenly shifts
from one side to the other -
Brace yourselves,
you’re in for something very special;
possibly involving a necklace
of painted pasta shells.

Santa Clause, I still believe in you
I know where your power is
It’s the love of children

Deathly Silence
from the sky
the trumpets
do not cry

while all around the world
children
are torn apart by bombs unfurled

And the parents
must dig
the graves

if the remains
from the rubble
they manage to save;

While their weeping
vanishes in the void,
many still believe war
it's just a toy.

Prepare the battle kittens!  War
     Is coming down the lane!
The Nerf ammo is on the floor;
     The window feels the pane.

When lollipops and ****** bombs
     Fall from a Bob Ross sky,
A sandwich crust of soccer moms
     Will say buhbye and by.

Typewriter's
Have my dread
If random waiters?
Listening for the phone, patience's lead

I type like a fool
See my chaste, with perception
I have officially lost my cool...
As a redress, for spoken introspection, we seem

Care and character have their fools...
More than a corrected future
Few a strength, with the voice of youth
Call it crass, an impunity is bred to keep curiosity?

Jaded or judged words of defiance...?
Solemn time, in a year's clock
Share the skip, of Friday the thirteenth
We have other words, to viciously mock?!

Victim of heroines?
A heed of suggestion, calls me...
On the typewriter (which always wins...?)
Where is a telephone more a friend, than dread in holy deeds; dear me...

Is; your fate is with meager
Toil and baffled eggs, I wearily tell
Of what interim, there is, to the devil
With his horns and forked tail, pursuing you from hell?

They seek; gum removers
And, gum without a tired eye...
Are you a decency, with a misery of lovers?
Should a lover sleep with you, when shoulders ask if submission is yours for a pipe?

Hello, austerity
My many and stultified mercy
Is a role in a quieter city
With a rise of mercy, to the level of heaven, where it's even mine to worry...

Count me in...
A hated smile, favoring nothing's eyes
A patient stir of shame, to sin...?
All in the way, for a devoted face to keep why...?

A silly girl
Loved a stupid boy
He was her everything
She was just his toy
He played with her emotions
Put mixed feelings in her head
For that stupid boy
A million tears that girl had shed
His friends would laugh
In his fun they would share
They knew he was a player
While she thought they were the perfect pair
Then came that horror
She was two weeks late
So she took the test
Could this possibly be fate?
She told that boy
The news she had found out
That was when she discovered
What he was all about
He showed his true colors
And crushed her pride
Left her all alone
For someone he had on the side
Born to her
Was a perfect son
This war she was fighting
The new mother had won
The prize was hers
To keep for a lifetime
A baby boy
Born to shine

Dear Mom,
Have you forgotten?

Sitting, waiting, hoping

Where did you go, Mom?
Did I do something wrong?

Lost, lonely, sad

Are you really gone, Mom?
I waited...
I'm with my grandparents now, Mom.
I have a room now.
Are you there, Mom?
Can you hear me?

Tired, crushed, defeated

Started school again.
It's my birthday, Mom!
It's okay, I don't need a birthday card.

Broken, lacking, sorrowful

Broke an ankle, Mom.
Got a school award.
Are you happy?

Undefined, sinking, heartbroken

Went to the school dance, Mom.
Had my first relationship!
Do you miss us, Mom?

Warped, torn, tangled

You're really gone now.
Why?
I'm moving on now, Mom.
I miss you.
I love you.
Goodbye.