Little doll made of sticks,
his body felt as heavy as bricks.

Even as he lived in the forest,
he always came by a young little florist.

Nobody believed his words, not even all of the blue jay birds.

For the people around him his nose grew,
Even though to him, all he was feeling was blue.

A smile
from you
can brighten
any day.
And whenever
I’m down
it makes me
feel okay.

There is no better
moment
To see you happy
and show it.
And your
smile is so contagious
it spreads
as though
Ageless

Puddles after rain.
Or maybe I’m insane.

Storm clouds lightning cracks.
Sounds like breaking backs.

Flooding in the city.
No longer is there apricity.

Thunder drums in the sky.
The sound makes children cry.

Earthquakes crumble the planet.
Turn it to a broken cup, that’s made of granite.

Something’s wrong, the sky is clear.
Maybe it’s me, as I’m painted with fear.

Falling, from the sky, from the clouds and the moon.
Calling, like a goat, like a squirrel like a loon.

The clouds surround the sea. The sky’s floating above me.

Gravity’s pushing me down.
Because what I’ve done, made me feel like a clown.

Watching, like a hawk, like a cat, like a bee.
Sinking, in the air, in the sky, to the sea.

I accept my own personal fate, I’ll probably land on a tall metal gate.

I don’t have time to be afraid, as I’ve already gotten delayed.

Falling, falling, falling.

The birds are still calling.
My head is deathly throbbing.

I wish to be free, like a dancing bumble bee.
I want to be a cactus, scaring away my enemy’s.

Alas all I can do, is just keep falling. Until I hit the ground.
I hope nobody’s around.

I am Mother Nature. They say am the most powerful of all, but I feel alone like the winds and birds, can no longer hear my call.

Whenever I cry the storm clouds follow and drown the cities and earth and trees.
Whenever I sleep my head is hollow, and blackness is sweeter then blue, black and bees.

People could swim in the tears I release, no one could notice my aching for peace.

If they should which no one would care, I’d hope that they’d help caress me with care

I’ve broken so much of the Great Barrier Reef, because of my anger my hatred and grief.

I am Mother Nature the most broken spirit of all, my mind are the canyons which people could fall.

My emotions are the mountains, they go up and they go down.
Yet people still walk them, makes me feel like a clown.

I relate to the deserts all flat and rocky, lonely and dry, bury me here so I can make a new oasis and cry, cry, cry.

7 moons in the sky,
Stars surround them way up high

Supernovas filled the air,
emerging like a solar flare.

6 moons all aglow
Shimmering like the winters snow

Meteors crash but have no sound,
Stardust floats like a fluffy cloud.

5 moons look as thin as glass,
As you watch from freshly cut grass.

Spinning gently, still and quiet.
Like Saturn’s rings spin in a riot.

4 moons left in space,
Each of them crushed as if by a mace.

Shake and crumble,
The moons all rumble.

3 moons in a row,
They look as soft as fresh powder snow.

Nothing’s better, as they float like a feather.

2 moons as grey as ashes.
Side by side they look like glasses.

Two lenses with stars as a frame,
Jupiter’s storm, crashed and sang.

1 lonely moon left in the sky.
Looking around the rest went goodbye.