Life has been a bit hectic for me, as it probably has been for you all. The world is in the middle of a crisis, and I can’t help but reminisce about better times. As my younger brother said, “2019 was a bad year, but I feel like we took for granted how nice it was compared to today.” Those words continue to ring true. I looked through old photos and English projects I had and found poems that I wrote back in middle and high school.
And I was amazed at how simple they were. And those poems reminded me of simpler times. I feel like in times like these, it’s better to remember those simpler times because even then, we weren’t promised better times. But they came. Though I am a day late for my monthly upload, I feel to keep things motivated the best we- I- can. In fact, I hope that because I am staying motivated, you can too, and keep the good habits going. Or start some new good habits.
The Creator
Touch the tip of the iceberg,
And watch a drop of water fall.
Take a breath of cold air,
And twist the wind-up doll.
Focus on the lines of heart,
Written on your palm.
Discover the laws of art,
As you finally calm.
Take a look all around,
And study your nature.
Let the winter surround,
As you become the creator.
Illusions
Easy come, easy go,
Keep on going with the flow,
Will forgive but not forget,
Go to the start, run, reset.
Remember me, remember who,
The one that kindly pulled you through
Breathe a bit, not too much
What is what and such is such.
We run the race all through town,
Carnivals and rides, mirrors and clowns,
We cannot stop, we cannot slow,
Keep on going with the flow.
Bikes, cars, metro trains
We’re even running through the rain,
Then we stop, it’s not what it seems,
It was all but a crazy dream.
Lightning Fae
A glitter and glow,
Of the faerie that flies,
Sprinkles of snow,
And sparkling eyes.
She is small but fast,
Zips around with her wings,
The pixie dust won’t last
So she counts her blessings.
She returns to her life,
Of people not her kind,
Filled with strife,
Where she has to hide.
One day again,
She’ll return with her wings,
To the glen
Full of lightning.
Cover Page: Photo by Paolo Nicolello on Unsplash
Page Break: Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash