Friendship, Insecurities, My Favorites, Poems

The Golden Flower

The flower
In the flower patch
Is different.

It lies
Golden yellow
In a sea of blue.

It has no one,
No one to compare to,
And it feels
Alone.

The others,
The sea of blue,
Is one.
Together,
They decide.
Together,
They mock
The poor golden flower.

The young boy
In the schoolhouse
Is different.

He is peaceful
In a sea of chaos.

The boy goes out,
Out to the flower patch,
Crying.

One by one
He pulls
Every blue flower
As golden one
Watches in horror.

Across the flower patch
He sees a girl
A girl who’s peaceful.

He takes the sea,
The sea of blue flowers,
To her,
And together
They walk into
The sunset.

The golden flower
No longer looks
At the peaceful
Boy and girl,
As the sea of blue
Is now gone,
Revealing
What
Was
Hidden.

Revealing
Another golden flower.

Poems

What Happens?

This was originally supposed to be a song, but I got lazy and decided to turn it into a poem 🙂

What happens when the moon shines bright,
When the stars twinkle
With that glowing light?

What happens when the sun’s up high,
With no clouds
Up in the sky?

The flowers
Are painted bright.
The leaves,
Have a glowing light.
The grass is
Dew drop-filled
Nothing but an open field

The sky
So bright and blue.
The fruit
So juicy and new

What happens when the moon shines bright?
What happens there in the night?

What happens, sun in the sky?
What happens?

The flowers
Are painted bright.
The leaves,
Have a glowing light.
The grass is
Dew drop-filled
Nothing but an open field

The sky
So bright and blue.
The fruit
So juicy and new

The flowers
The leaves
The grass
The sky
The fruit

What happens?

Friendship, Insecurities, Poems

The Tree

The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Is
Sad.
Its leaves are dropping,
Dripping
With
Rain,
Filled with despair.

The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Is
Happy.
Hugging me
With
Shade,
Filled with joy.

The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Is
Scared.
Shaking
In the
Wind,
Filled with fear.

I miss those days when
The tree, leaves so green, flowers so bright,
Would tell me
How it felt.

But now I’m grown;
Now I know
That trees cannot do such.

But wait.

Is that the tree
Saying he’s crushed?

I can feel the tree beaming with pride
When I decide to stop

And
Say
Goodbye.