Lost in Thoughts All Alone

Sitting under the sad old tree. Thinking about what all these thoughts might mean. What does life have to do with me? Am I here for a reason? Why does anything have to exist? Is my life just treason? Looking at the dark sky. Atop that hill. Will it rain. Should I keep still? What…

Is This Love?

I ponder often of a curtain feeling. I search aimlessly for a comprehensive meaning to what it could possibly be. I could attempt to describe said feeling. However, I don't believe the human language bares words capable of defining it. My heart feels like a flaming star in the night sky, erupting with a burst…

Rusted Waters

For school- When man tries to be God. Murky waters of a shallow, gelid pond. Four-leaf-clovers rest upon the lifeless water surface. Clovers placed by man who wish for a "lucky" abscond. When man tries to be God. Ginger rusted bars, in grid like form. To keep animals or people, away from harms way. Decayed…