Poems
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Battles that never end
Open skies like a cavern
Radio broadcasts that are funny
Doors that don't open without power
Every day is a battle
Rails of the trains
Layout of the plans
Air that you breathe in
Normal is not a factor here
Dirty jobs when given
Shots that ring out fast
Wonder alone
Dare to go
Venture deep
through the forest creep
Birds like the siren song
Peaceful and luring along
Wind blow
Sky fall
The hurricane grows
The mothers call
Toys lost in water flow
Cries of loss from all
Laugher chimes here and there
Screams mimic everywhere
Children smile
The journey runs for a mile
Land of fun
Where you need to run
He is coming
And he is cunning
They sit there with their brown hair and eyes. The redness growing along with them from the countless times of tears that they try to hide. She tries to stay strong and works to push past it on her own. Don't push her, don’t ask and pry into it. Let her be, don't ask just be there for her. As you offer her a hand and a hug she takes it and cries. You want to ask but you shouldn't. Let her sit there and cry it out, she will tell you on her own when she feels as though she should. Tell her your here, as her smile brightens up her face. As you joke about a weird fake bird you, got from art class that was just found, the cross-eyes and the two pearl beads on its weird bright cone now, the beautiful white feathers. Smile as she laughs and calls the weird bird beautiful and adorable but its missing feet were weird. Watch as a smile turns her face of pain into a beautiful smile. Regardless of her being broken, the strength of which I admire and find beautiful will pull her through. I know she is strong and I will be here for her as she needs me. My best friend who stood with me, I stood with her.
The Metal bender
Stone
Rough and course
Powerful yet weak
Crumbling at a small crack
Built by pressure
Earth
Life of hardships
Painful yet empowering
Find the strength
Dirt
The grim under your fingernails
The minerals within
Moving around with the other elements
Breath the air that smells of the grass
Grass with its roots through the dirt
Dirt leading to the stone
Stone leading to ores
Ores being taken and formed by fire
Fire creating strength and beauty
Pulling from the deepth
Metal
The fire burned a hole in the eye of its watcher.
The stars overhead in the night sky, glistening like diamonds scattered across a dark sheet.
Like a deep breath of the humid air around, the rushing of the forest coated breath filling the lungs.
The dancing fire kissing the soft skin ever so softly, sharing its warm hugs.
The fire burned a hole in the eye of its watcher.
The stars overhead in the night sky, glistening like diamonds scattered across a dark sheet.
Like a deep breath of the humid air around, the rushing of the forest coated breath filling the lungs.
The dancing fire kissing the soft skin ever so softly, sharing its warm hugs.
The moon smiling down on the forest, painting its reflection across the lake seeming to enjoy a relaxing midnight dive.
The bumbling band of baboons howling at one another as they ran across the beach playing tag, making the oh-so-calm feel old.
The red viscous liquid pouring out of the scraped knee, at the faucet like eyes, leaks with tears.
The warm hands holding one another, enjoying the sight of the beautiful night humming its soft cricket chirps.
The crunching of the marshmallow bags, as loud as the leaves being stepped upon by the passing fox.
Wood crackling beneath the fire of joy, hot as the newly forming flames reaching to the ink-washed sky glitters above.
The yawning of the fields and the water lay still in slumber.
The people put their fires to rest as they bundle themselves up dozing off to sleep.
The occasional night thief, whose paws as quiet as the wind itself.
Night draws to its midpoint, with the moon staring overhead as it begins to leave
Animals switch between nocturnal to rise and day walkers to sleep soon they alternate once more.
As the sky starts being painted in rays of gold red and orange the morning comes.
The moon gives its goodbye till the next night to the land of the day.
Share the peaceful hello and goodbye to its love, the moon and sun hold each other till they can no longer.
The sky fills with blues more, as the lands stir awake once again.
As the sun now becomes the fire that kisses the watcher once more.
The show of childhood
The adventures of a lifetime
Across the galaxy faster than anyone has ever traveled
Aliens like humans, wars like earth
Families like our own
Advanced technology
Going back to old times
Cultures of every era
Metal ring of roughly 29 tons
6.7 meters in diameter with fantasy mineral in the center
Seven seasons of episodes, enjoyed like a child eating icecream
Seven Chevrons locking into place with a loud lock
The dhd, dial home device the key to the base like a key to the house
Dialing the corresponding symbols correctly like a password to a phone
Naquadah (nah qui duh) mineral the spirals blue like a liquid
Captain carter, colonel o’neill, doctor jackson, teal’c the group of humor, strength, courage, and honor code
Teaching me the truth behind friendship, truth of leadership
Showing me how our lives now from back then are greatly different, regardless of the fantasy connected to it.
Difficult times bring difficult choices showing that no matter the person or setting or planet, choice is needed, or it is not freedom.
Trust must go both ways, regardless of how many stars crossed
The air blows
Wind rushing
Yelling as it goes
Waving the fur on the fox
Wishing and yelling
Past the farm of the ox
The sound of horror
Or the sound of calm
Rattling trees
Or cooling breeze
The air blows
Water sprinting down
Speeding past the stone
The fish riding the current
Splashing on the stones
Tumbling the sand
The children kick
The laugher rings
Splashing to the ocean
Fire
Burning
Melting
Screaming
Flams licking what it can
Turning it dark with its orange tongue
Screaming wood
Crying floorboards
Paper curling in fear
Sirens in the distance
Weeping Earth
Asking why
Crying for help
Getting no answer
Hearing cries
Coming to help
Giving help
Getting no thankyou
Earth cares
A spoon full of hope, bake till creativity sets in fully.
Stir till lines are perfect.
Whisk till clouds are fluffy, and shading is clean.
Wait 20 minutes to scroll and find the correct blurring brush.
Slowly blur in a circular motion till the desired amount is reached.
Put background mixture to the side, make a layer on top.
1 hour of your schedule cleared.
collected your sketches, and lay them out messily
Carefully place the lines or the main point over.
Repeatedly remove and place till lines are perfect.
Place this mixture to the side.and move one layer underneath.
Fill the 1 cup into the bowl.
Bake them into their spot till your hands hurt.
Wait 20 minutes to scroll and find the correct blurring brush.
Slowly blur in a circular motion till the shading is clean.
Preheat the oven to 350 while hands regain feeling.
Carefully combine line and color mixture.
Place background mixture into the pan.
Bake for 5 min till semi firm.
Gently pour the color and line mixture on top of the background.
Put in the oven to bake fully for 15min.
Take out and let cool for 5 min.
Your art piece ready.
The cry of the birds over head
Feathers falling down, like leaves on the wind
Slowly like molasses they land
Never to see the bird again
The song of the bird sounds loud
Rushing waves of memories the feather holds
Swooping down a stranger lifts it high
Sorting once more the feather is in the sky
Round fight as the rescuer flees
Letting the feather go once again
Falling to the land below like the grave thats soon found
On the road the feather melted in the sun
Only to be lifted up once more
By the child who sees it as fun
The feather takes flight once more as the child runs.
Imagination now fuelling the memories
The burn brighter than before
The feather now held tight
Goes to a new home, washed and loved
The child holds this feather with their might
As they go through a life
Together soaring high once more
Time flys for the feather who doesn't seem to grow old
The child now grown found another as important
Feature sitting there forgotten and wilting
Seems to finally grow old
The other and the feather met under the tears of the child grown
Soon understanding, both were important.
Being wash and sprayed, the age leaving
Adorned by jewel beside it attached to a rope.
Now connected to the child, for ever by their heart
The child to old passes the feature along
The new child holds the feather close
New memories for it grow
The feather shows, memories never die
Time slows when it seems bad
You always take flight to the sky once more.