I Write Poetry

Pink skies drench my vision of fluffly clouds with sweet strings in betweenn. Golden shattered glass reflects in my eye.


Quickly quickly. I find my strength in the laughter of green valleys tumbling down to a cold river red and still. Lie down with the easy pasture.


Haven't you heard the flowers calling your name in their tongue.
They want you dance atop the petals. Their patterns are different are they not?


The sun is bowing out so early. Have I stayed beyond my welcome. The canaries and blue jays won't come towards me anymore. The warmth is getting smaller and smaller.


Music what is that I'm beginning to forget is it a sound or a feeling? And what of sweets do I look to taste?


Why do I even ask? Can I bring back whats not mine.


This moment I'm drawn to red skies in the west and broken clouds. The earth beneath me begins to burn. The sounds or feelings or whatever cease and my shadow is long.


RUN


The thought pounds my mind and I leap beyond what bleeds from above.


Crashing, Smashing, cries grow big and round. Everything shakes everything brakes and is broken.