Be special, in your
own little ways and
by nobody’s rules but
your own.
Because to be special
is something that
doesn’t need to be
said, but can only
be shown.
Be special, in your
own little ways and
by nobody’s rules but
your own.
Because to be special
is something that
doesn’t need to be
said, but can only
be shown.
Earth lost
Its temper
-ature, now
We face
Its heat
The apple was returned to its core
Due to your need to eat
But the apple’s revenge
Will forever remain between your teeth
To hold someone back
Is to push a ball under water
Until it is forced
To escape
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I always love that moment
That sweet moment when I
Realize that the traffic light
Has changed its color for my
Tardiness in life
Seems to come ever so swift
It almost seems
That the green light’s a gift
But that does not mean
That the red light is good
Oh don’t even think
That it has a mood
Because after all
A traffic light is not alive
This is absolutely not
A metaphore for my wife
As I dry my hands
With the pages of books
I get my knowledge
From paper towels
You sigh as you touch
The ink on your hands
As the water flows
So does your knowledge
As your finger accidentally slips
The music reaches your soul
Not with the speed of sound
But with that of light
The handmade pillow feels so soft
As your mind slowly drifts away
But only to be returned again
By the loud voice of the teacher
You are searching and searching
Though you got it all wrong
The remote wasn’t on the couch
But in your hand all along