Our World

Open your eyes,

and look around.

 Theres a world to be seen,

a world to be found.

Not always good,

yet not always bad.

Not always happy,

but not ever sad.

A World is waiting,

for you to see,

the beauty within,

the beauty it can be.

Beauty in nature,

beauty in sounds,

beauty in heavens,

beauty in grounds.

Yet world we see,

is not in true form,

so open you eyes,

and stop to mourn.

Our world is dying,

what will you do?

will you sit there and worry,

will you let this stew?

Open your eyes,

and look around,

theres a world to be seen,

a world to be found.

Not always good,

but starting to go bad,

a dying world,

now that, that is sad.

We Live

We live,
we love,
we laugh,
we hope,
we fight,
we think,
we feel,
we live.

Changing

I feel like im on a different planet. No one sees me as I stumble through the hall, invisible to all. No cheery hellos, no happy couples kissing against the lockers, no shouts of laughter. Everything might as well be a black and white youtube video, for all anyone reacted. Yet I felt like something was missing still, like a person took away my hand and only left a stump. I feel a tug on my stomach, like someone was pulling my being, over to one girl, an absolutely beautiful girl, with a smile plastered on her face. She turned around, books in her hands, and stopped dead when she saw me. Eyes wide, she looked around her, then she looked back at me, plastered onto her gorgeous face a look of absolute hate. Her books fell to the floor as her hands clenched at her sides. "You caused this! YOU caused this!" she yelled at me, a perfectly manicured pointer finger sticking out at me. "What are you talking about?" I yell back. "I didn't do anything!". "But if your here, and I am here... then..". I watched with surprise as her scowl turned to smugness, and again I got that tugging sensation, but this time my eyes responded. "Oh, I see, your new." My eyes zone in on her teeth, in which something is gleaming, unnaturely sharp. This can't be true. I couldn't have just saw..fangs, could I? "O I seeee you haven't even been changed yet! Well.. I can help with that little bit.." She said smugly. The sharp points grew bigger. The last thing I remember is her lunging at my neck.

Flying On The Ground

I close my eyes,
now bright and seeing,
imagining the wind,
lifting my arms as if to soar,
dig my toes into the ground as if to push.

Yet I do not,
my arms slap down to my sides,
useless for flying,
my ears stick out uselessly for echos,
tiny and unclear,
no sound waves fly back at me as my voice,
deep and unpitched,
flys away from me.

Bringing only greif,
I am stuck.
bound by gravity,
controlled, monitored,
by a dying circle of life,
I am an earthbound,
no one to anyone,
one of many,
yet unseen, unheard,
useless.

Walking Down The Street

Walking down the street,
I see a homeless man,
No shoes, no coat, no house,
Holding out a pan.

Walking down the street,
I see an empty pan,
I look up into the eyes,
of a desperate, hungry man.

Walking down the street,
I see a lonely chair,
empty from the previous day,
of its only occupants stare.

Walking down the street,
I pass a t.v. store,
a familar face is there,
I stop to look for more.

Walking down the street,
That man I saw that day,
had died of an empty belly,
if I  had only had sense to pay,
where would he be today?