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Window Full of Sky
Water is glistening in the sun. The sea hugs the shore. Boats big and small. Children playing below on the green. The window is full of sky. Rich white clouds. Music fills you. You'll have books to read later. Baby girl, you have independence, you have freedom and possibilities, you have dreams and mind and body to guide them slowly into the realm of reality. This is beautiful. This life and this country with all its flaws and hurts. Moments you can embrace are all around you, every day. Feel them, touch them, smell and breathe and kiss your little children and one day kiss the lips of some pretty boy or other. Look at those birds, hear them. Your eyes follow the ships gliding over the horizon. Appreciate it. I am here with you. Don't forget that. I whisper in your heart and I hug you with invisible arms at night.
By Katarina Filipovic7 years ago in Poets
Omission of Dissonance
Natural flow of words my mind lets go. Without trying my brain ignition becomes composition. Such things like haste, and all time I waste. Who is pulling the trigger? Who is the happiest grave digger? Simple, I spew off words my mind construed. Do I really want to murder people with the God forsaken truth? So brutal it might rip their heads off and leave their bodies like a cooked noodle. Koo koo woo hoo, eat shit, love is the truth. All you leave behind are your deeds. Are they good or bad seeds? I'm happy to know what sadness tastes like. I'm stronger knowing what weakness breeds. Ya, eat shit if you plant bad seeds. I'm loyal as a dog, maybe why I walk in this fog. When it clears the sunlight glints off these fangs. Good Lord I'm strange. Beware I feel I've become an animal somehow. Do wrong near me they'll be nothing saving you now. We are all brothers and sisters and children of the same world. If you've come to hate, it is my fangs you won't appreciate. Remember, caring is what made me crazy. I'm a pacifist to a certain degree. Push me and the animal is the last thing you'll see.
By Garrett Jair Lang7 years ago in Poets