The trees cast shadows into the night,
Stay until morning light,
The sun will rise
And all will know
For all the trees begin to glow.
These magic trees,
Give a new sense of life.
To those waiting for their chance
But tell me will the trees,
Give me a glance into the person I can be?
Or am I destined only to see the simple, yet ordinary, tree?
These Pictures
The pictures that hang on these walls stand frozen in time. Ghosts haunt these frames like that of a thousand confederate soldiers lined for battle. The stories that lie beneath each image is too hard to recall. Because how could a person ever discern someone’s character by just a little picture on the wall?
The pictures remain silent; no person speaks inside them. Yes, it’s impossible, I know, because no photograph can speak of a figure’s past or future. Pictures hung on the wall only capture a moment in time that once was fleeting. A moment that’ll once was stolen and never returned.
The ghosts on the wall remain a mystery to us all, for those people are strangers that could have been kings or queens. But alas forever remain the figures that swirl and dance around in my head because I don’t know them or the things they did in this world. They could have been monsters or saints; I’ll never know because all that remains is a sliver of time, a moment that has come and gone.
And one day, my picture will be unrecognizable to someone on the outside. But until that day, I suppose I’ll continue to fantasize about the pictures that hang on the wall.
You and Me
The doves, and misty sunrise
will never bring me happiness
as much as someone like you.
No pair of mesmerizing eyes
or set of sunset skies
will ever be as beautiful
as someone like you.
No one from here to the sea,
will ever mean more to me
then someone like you.
For the person like you
saved my life many years ago
from the highest swells and darkness.
And through the light of the clouds.
I can see clearly.
And now I know it was
always destined to be
You and Me
This Feeling
There is this feeling
I cannot hide
It is a feeling
That I’ve harbored inside
For quite some time
It’s red and daunting
And out of control
How it came to be
I already know
For the fury, I feel
Became my coping mechanism
To deal with life’s unknowns
But now I must rid this feeling,
So, I’ll surrender
And let the feelings wash over me
And accept I cannot control
The world unknown
For this feeling is not who I am
Because now, I know it only hides
And distorts
Who I truly am inside
The Reflection
Mirrors, don’t reflect
Instead, they project
What we want the world to see
But we hide our true selves
Mirrors are fake reflections of us
Because what mirrors don’t reflect
Is who we are inside
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