Posted in original, writing

A Pen’s Tale

A pen, a pen!
I am just a pen.
Blame me not for what has been written
For I follow only the writer.

Her thoughts
His thoughts
I only put to writing
They never are my own.

They may put a smile,
They may break hearts.

But if I were to choose what’s to be written.
I would write of songs of joy
Never of sorrow or hurt.
I would write of comfort
Of the beauty of the world!
I would share wisdom
And words to encourage
I would……

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Travel To The Moon

I went to the moon and didn’t come back
Because Earth to me was all blue and black
I held my breath, only at first
Then I let go and felt a great burst!
Free was I of whatever it was that made me captive
Here, alone, I feel more active
Lonely was I with people around
Now, here in this space, freedim surrounds

To Earth I will return someday,
For now I’ll stay here and have a great day.

Posted in original, Relationship

Strange As Strange

This is wrong and should not be
I should not be taking this seriously
I should just take things easily
Yet my heart is getting the best of me
How could I have gotten over my head?
I might as well get struck by lightning, dead
This is strange as strange as it is
For me to fall for a guy who also likes a guy, that is

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Tropical Summer

The clouds gave the spotlight to the sun and sky
They were on the sidelines cheering

The sun was bragging his might
He was shining bright
That the ground became dry and hot

The sky with its simplicity just sparkled like emerald blue
It spread out like it was never-ending

Such a perfect scene would have been complete
If I was down at the beach relaxing

Posted in love, original

Solid Ground

What if I fell in love again?
What if chance would come by once again?
I fell hard
I got broken
But I know for certain
I will love once more

But what if tomorrow
I find someone?
What if he could be the one?
What if I fell in love again?
I guess I better be ready to break my fall

If love comes by, I would not close my doors
I’d even have the windows open just to be sure
I will sing of lullabies once more
I just have to remember to keep my feet on solid ground
To keep them broken ones a few