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a feisty
upstart made
midday there
only would
staff his
well being
and hit
allure in
me and
tally no
longer retribution
of Planet
George to
capture the
moment by
Nunes again
this year
when blizzards rage and howling
   arctic winds did blow
profuse precipitation packed Philadelphia
   til white aery mountains did over flow

meteorological heft wrought pinkish glow
polygons pin wheeled and pirouetted
   landscape imprint pure as driven snow
diminution of visual acuity

accrued from two score plus nineteen birthdays
still marvel at freeze-dried raindrops
   reaction toward crystalline phenomena
   continues to grow

kaleidoscope of multitudinous
   hydrospheric blitz krieg terrestrial show
metaphor wrapped in supreme whiteness
   from singular entities high to low

mother nature imbues testament  
   teaches to offer self for world to know
as corporeal of flesh and blood
   we forget identity among human row

subtle riddle well hidden in molecule
   two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen in tow
offer quiet sermon to cherish beliefs
   and personal paradigms vis a vis status quo.
Captain Lucas Feb 2018
Oh how you wish this war had never begun
in consequence of that, you were not allowed to feel the sun
in almost every start of page, you wrote down "Dear Kitty,"
and as a concern you asked Peter, if she was pretty

Now it feels like I am the new Anne Frank from new decade
the difference is that depression is my enemy, it won't let me scape
through moments of dark, you showed me how I could be more strong
through moments of clarity, we both suffered because of bomb

Well, if the nature brings solance in all troubles as you said
I hope fear, loneliness and unhappiness gets out of my head
Inspired by Anne Frank's Story and mixed with my usual life. She is an inspirational person for me... The fact that she had been in the Secret Annex for a few years makes me relate because I stayed inside my house without going out for a while. The difference between is that she wasn't allowed to and I have the right but for depression I resigned that.
Elizabeth Jul 2015
I'm still in the same cage that I was some years ago, I'm started to wonder if I would be able to scape someday
The beginning was suspenceful
The middle was too
But in the end, I saw
The story was all about you.

I couldn't escape reality
And reality kind of hurt
You were every character, every symbol
The high mountain and desert.

I wanted to run, to hide
But you met me there
I tried drowning in the depths
But it just wasn't fair.

I think the reason for this accost
Lies within my mind
That's where it all began, and someday
It'll be what is behind.
****** at the hand of an imaginarie.

— The End —