I live in a town called Owl CityI live in a town called Owl City.
A city made of Gold, inhabited by Angels.
A place where the sky is beautiful morning, noon, and night.
The Alligator Skies turn gracefully into the Vanilla Twilight.
Every night is rewarded with a spectacular Meteor Shower,
while Fireflies and Bees dance among the Plant Life.
Every day is a Good Time and nothing could Take it All Away.
Wondrous attractions speckle Owl City.
Go for a ride in a Hot Air Balloon, and you won't regret it.
Or perhaps stay awhile at the Umbrella Beach.
While the Yacht Club perform on the seas.
This town is nothing like the Real World and I never want to leave.
You have a chance to come too, and visit this lovely town.
Here's Hope that you will arrive soon.
If you cant get to Owl City, though, don't give up.
Because here we have a saying.
"Dreams Don't turn to Dust."
The Right FlowerLove is like a flower,The Right Flower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
picked special from a meadow and cared for.
Once picked though,
the flower will begin to wither and wilt.
But you DO have time.
Time to trim it, beautify it, complement it.
How much time and compassion you put into that 'flower' determines how long it will last.
Even if it does die, do not fret!
Press it in the book of you memory; preserve it.
For that flower will be the foundation of all other flowers you continue to pick.
That book of flowers will teach you and remind you how to treat your flowers.
But one day, you will no longer need that book.
When that day comes you'll know,
you'll know you've picked a flower that will last a life time.
Love and LossIn these bright blue depthsLove and Loss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swimming with mystery
Memory upon memory
Rising to the surface
As I look into your eyes.
Deep in our history,
Each kiss bringing us closer
To the true definition of love.
Spiritual; our bodies and minds united
The morning light our only hindrance
The only shadow to our happiness.
But now as we stand face to face,
Our mutual presence
Sparking the same images to appear,
The same lines to be heard
In our pained minds
Old, forgotten words
Meaningless to others
But send us into a different world
A world devoid of happiness
A world filled with misery
Half of my heart aching in longing
Convincing my mind
That we were made for each other.
The other half crying out
Trying to be heard
Over the passion of the other.
Wary and cautious;
Urging me to step backwards
And seek out
What drew us apart
All those years ago.
CasualtiesAs the screaming bombs fly overhead,Casualties2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Here we lie dying in these makeshift hospital beds.
Terrified of what will become of us,
It seems there is no one we can trust.
People at home whisper in the street,
As they travel to purchase their rationed meat,
That we must have been to Hell and back,
But that return journey we did lack.
As we sink further and further into despair,
Our bodies and minds now far beyond repair,
All around the world,
Children start to cry,
As one by one,
Their fathers die.
Creep too DeepNot a sound,Creep too Deep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Makes me move
In a rush,
Creepy as this may be,
Something is after me,
Quite as a mouse it runs
This disaster story
As just begun
The shadows of the night
To just hold so dear
My fear is overwhelming
And my heart is beating fast
Which breathe will be my last
I know you are there
I sit and stare
As I know tonight
Is the night
You were really there.
To Pee, or not to Pee?To pee, or not to pee: That is the question:To Pee, or not to Pee?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wether tis better for the wise to wait
and pee inside a toilet,
or to take immediate action against the urinal urge
by the dropping of trow to end it. To pee, to leak,
to piss...and by a piss to say we end
the pelvic aching flesh is heir to.
Tis a relief often to be wished. To pee, to wizz,
to hold no more. But in that sweet release
who knows what peeps may show?
When we stand pissing in the field what eyes might spy.
Ay, there's the rub that makes conflict of such simple a problem...