My Dog

Wet nose.

Sparkling eyes.

That’s my dog.

Velvety fur.

Small paws.

That’s my dog.

Perky attitude.

Cheerful smile.

That’s my dog.

The cow waited for the bus, while others made a fuss.

The grass was always green ’cause the gardeners were keen.

The bus driver honked his horn, while passengers started to mourn.

The gardeners kept on pruning, but natures efforts they were ruining.

The cow boarded the bus, and stop did the fuss.

The grass turned yellow, turns out the gardener wasn’t a good fellow.

The bus driver stopped his honking, while the passengers gave him a bonking.

The gardeners stopped pruning, and instead started looning.

The cow got off the bus, and did not make a fuss.

The year 2790

The earth is corrupted.

What was once a bountiful land was now nothing but dreary.

We hadn’t given the earth a thought, and had tossed it away as if it were nothing but a dirty tissue.

Every day, people march around the land, their eyes blind to the destruction we’ve caused, their heads held high with arrogance.

Everyone’s mouth was set in grim lines, with their backs hunched over.

Every persons mind was trapped inside a bubble of twisted ways.

It was the year 2790, and the earth was corrupted.

The night sky was the colour of tar, enclosing the town in a cloak of darkness.

Stars were sprinkled in the sky like jewels on a crown.

Every person was snuggled up in bed, with the sandman watching over their dreams; all except one.

A small girl was wondering the dark streets, shivering in the chilly night air.

There was no use for her to go to bed, she didn’t have one, or any parents to love her.

The streets were her home.

As she passed an alleyway, she heard a whimper come from within it.

Her instincts were to keep walking, but it was as if a force of nature was dragging her to the source of the sound.

Turning sharply on her heel, she started to make her way down the alley way.

Out of nowhere, some kind of nocturnal bird let out a brutal screech, making her quicken her pace.

When she was halfway down the alleyway, she stopped abruptly and strained her ears.

There it was again, that strange whimpering noise.

She looked to her left.

Nothing.

She looked to her right.

Something.

The odd noise was coming directly from a cardboard box that was falling apart.

The girl crept up to the box and quickly flipped it open.

Nestled inside it was a tiny puppy, trembling in the cold.

The puppy looked up at the girl, it’s eyes shining brightly.

The girl lent down to stroke the dogs shaggy coat, her eyes glistening with tears.

The small creature nuzzled it’s nose into her hand, and her face broke into a wide grin.

She picked up the dog and held it close to her chest in a warm embrace.

She closed her eyes and spun around with joy.

She had a new companion.

A young girl stood at the edge of a lake, transfixed.

The still water was covered in a thick blanket of fog, blocking any signs of life.

Motionless, a tear spilled onto her pale cheek. Her face set in stone, her jagged breaths punctures the eerie silence around her.

With her face set in stone, her jagged breaths punctured the eerie silence around her.

The single tear turned in many, pouring down her face like a waterfall, dripping onto her cotton frock, patching it with damp spots.

The girl turned, and took a step before turning back around to face the lake.

The corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly upwards, as if she was trying to muster a smile that couldn’t be held back.

Facing back away from the lake, she walked briskly away.

City

Noise

Everyone moving

Around you

City

Noise

Everyone talking

Around you

City

Silence

All alone

In this world

Silence

Close your eyes and listen.

All around you are things that may look good, but did you ever think if they sound good?

It takes patience, and just the right moment, but if you try, your senses will kick in, and you can hear the things all around you.

Close your eyes and listen.

Beauty, perfection, fame

No pain no gain

Wishing herself away

She knew she couldn’t stay

Life looked perfect

But was it worth it?

Suffering every day

Being wasted away

Roman Times

When I open my eyes, an instant uneasiness fills me.

I turn to the world known coliseum only to look away again to spare my eyes from the blood and gory.

A shiver runs down my spine as the sound of shrieks and bellows from the gladiator fans reverberate through my mind.

The smell of exquisite wines and breads waft down from houses with rich inhabitants.

As these smells taunt my nostrils, a pang of hunger hits me like a tidal wave.

Taking one last glance at all the sights around me, I turn on my heels and march out of there.

Emptiness Slam Poem

Emptiness, it surrounds you, fogging up your mind like smoke from a fire, enclosing people in its wrath of emptiness.

Swirling thoughts lock yourself from seeing the bright side, they block you from hearing the right side, emptiness.

When emptiness takes control, of all of you, and your soul, it seems as if people around you are ignoring, blocking, shutting you out, when really that’s not true; you are the one who is ignoring, blocking, shutting them out.

They feel hurt and useless because you are so wrapped up in all the emptiness inside you, you are so wrapped up in the monster you have unleashed upon yourself.

Emptiness.

It makes you do terrible things, think terrible things, and have the appearance of a lonely, miserable person, only aware of the things in life not worth living for, not thinking about the things in life that bring you joy and pleasure.

When people start to see the light, start to see the brightness, they reach to it, only to be pulled back down into the pits of emptiness.

What if they don’t like me? What if they don’t care? All these thoughts rush through your head with the sole pupose of filling you with emptiness.

Sadness, depression, loneliness, they all hold you back, stoping you short of your full potential, spreading what is private and confidential.

Emptiness, making you feel like your nothing, when really, emptiness is nothing.

Emptiness is not a thing until you allow it to be; so next time you see that light, that little glimmer of hope, pull it down, hold it tight, and tell yourself that your alright.

In the middle of a field, stood a tree.

It was full of life, yet dead.

It was fruitful, yet bore no fruit.

This may not make any sense to ones mind; how can something be alive and dead? And how can something have and not have fruit at the same time?

Well, this is why.

Half of the tree was glorious, speckled with succulent fruits and luscious leaves. It’s soil was moist and rich, caring for the right side of the trees roots, while the left side of the tree displayed the complete and utter opposite.

This half had empty branches, and not a leaf or fruit was in sight. The bark was cracked and dry, with dead moss scattered across its boughs, while the earth that surrounded it was lifeless, and crumbled in your hands like dust.

This was the tree of good and bad, and what happened to that tree one day is too unmentionable to say, so I shan’t tell.

But I will say that what happens includes a farmer, war, and a kind heart.

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