Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Colors of Autumn

Leaves fall from the trees;
brought to the ground in one soft breeze. 
Colors are all so different, 
yet blend into beauty. 
This orange and red and brown, 
these ones are so alike.
But the green of the leaves hanging onto the trees
is a color of an opposite type.
Still, together this is a natural, beautiful, 

Sunday, November 27, 2011


What truly changes feelings?
Earlier today I thought it must depend on your amount of sleep
but with more consideration found that to be wrong.
What makes anger seem silly some days but on others like not enough.
Why is it I smile easily all the time but today am having trouble.
Someone can be happy sad or angry but the amount of those feelings and
what it takes for them to come is always varying.
Of course it does partly depend on hunger, thirst, and sleep
except it seems as if there is something else too.
Something there are no words for.
What is it?

Friday, November 25, 2011


I made this on paint. I think I'm going to write a poem for my imaginative point of view on it. If anyone's reading this, I would love it if you commented saying how you first interpreted it.

It's like a game of chess.
The two colors swirl and spot the playing field.
They work and twist together but also
separate and fight against one another.
One makes a swirl holding so much power that in the swirl it changes the color of the one which is purple everywhere else.
The design holds its self together and accepts even through seperation.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Kind of Perfect by Armor for Sleep

Can I just be something,
somewhere in your room,
that you won't notice.

Maybe I'll be paper,
or books thrown on the floor,
move me when you want to.

I'll live where you put me,
in your VCR,
if I become a cassette.

Or on top of your computer,
if that's where I would fit,
then so be it.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Rainy Cloudy Days

Its a strange thing, to be home on those rainy, cloudy days.
Sleeping in and waking up at ten as I look out my window I notice how dark it is.
Because of the darkness it seems as if it is very early in the morning instead of the middle of the day.
This whole day feels both energetic and drowsy at the same time.
Dreams are bouncing around in my head an I am fluttering around the house.
Its a nice dark rainy day.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Where Everything Falls

There is a place somewhere
And everything there falls.
It goes and goes and we don’t know
if it will ever hit the ground.
There's couches and tables and chandeliers.
There’s dogs and cats and zebras.
They fall and fall until they sleep forever.
This is a place of death but they all think of it in different ways.
The couches usually think of it as frightening,
up until their colors fade and they fall apart.
The dogs are excited for the fall.
It may take them by surprise but are happy with all the wind.
Most dogs will even welcome the sleep they never wake up from; for they know that everyone gets their turn for that sleep eventually.
So many things fall here but where do they go?

Saturday, November 5, 2011


How long can I stay here?
I do not belong.
I'm a shattered mess
surrounded in this portrait of beauty
which is closer to perfection then natural.
How can something so mangled be in the middle
of something so perfect?
From a distance it looks like a perfect scene.
A happy girl laying in a perfect meadow.
But from my view the meadows beauty
also sends threats and taunts me.
But I must hide and show others the appearance
of who I used to be.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

November naps

November naps in the sun.
I feel so happy and warm with the bright sun shining down on me
and sending prickles of warmth through my body,
but at the same time theres a chill breeze which is making me a little cold.
I want to get up but the sun is nice and my friend really wants to stay.
So I lay here and focus on the warmth.