"munite" poems
curve turn round.
only to fined straight there.
then circle, who was straights uncle.
curve knew him well and was allowed to past.
past was a munite.
curve was confused.
You have to move or you can not win at the time.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 3:55 PM UTC
The sweet scent of honey suckles amongst the moist summer air.
The sun is fading, slowly becoming one with the water, releasing colors that touch the soul.
From fields of the softest lavender, to the pink in her cheeks when you tell her she's beautiful, to the Reds and oranges of the flame you used to the light the candles when she told you that you were the one.
The warm breeze that gently caresses the surface of your skin.
The small orbs of light that dance along the shoreline just as the sun says it's last goodbyes.
A slowed down walk along the worn wooden boards that tell you it's okay to take a munite and breathe.
A simple munite to just appreciate, as all those who also appreciate.
Like the new found lovers looking for something that says I'll be yours if you'll be mine.
Or the old lovers who who've found a place that says I still remember why you're the one.
A place for the lonely hearts that need a place to feel and to heal.
And a place for the folks who find happiness in that of what others simply look past.
A little place that you kind of just stumble upon, like on of those days when you feel as if you've lost yourself completely.
So you just go.
And than you find it.
A small town where nothing and everything happens.
Where you can go when you're lost and leave feeling as if everything just makes sense.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
They say that when it rains it pours,
So we get inside quick and we shut all the doors.
Well I leave my doors open and I stand out side.
I know you're not safe just because you are dry.
It feels so natural to accept the rain,
Knowing that with every loss there is gain.
Like the sun and it's warmth we unwillingly dismiss.
Not realizing that every raindrop is really a kiss.
Without the rain, what would we be?
Well we wouldn't have rainbows and we wouldn't have trees.
And without the trees we could not breathe.
So, without the rain, we would not be.
So before you leave to sob and mope,
About how it's raining and you've lost all your hope.
Take a munite or two,
Maybe three or five.
And appreciate the rain,
Simply because you are alive.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
i don't usually break under pressure
but how am i suppose to learn if all they do is lecture
my grades are slipping now and i'm succumbing to the pressure
they just keep on giving tests
yo what does that measure
don't feel the same
i'm thinking why do we change
i feel deranged
maybe i should be locked inside the cage
and i cannot help but to tell you i hate it
i need some relief
but don't know where or how to get it
they keep say dig deeper
but that's how i got trapped in it
gotta find a way out
i could die in here any munite
or maybe its a sign that my story is bout ta finish
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC