poem 1

i dont really know what to put on here; so here's a poem i made for class !!

Sowing

a pen, a desk, the moon in bloom

a chill, a drive, a sullen tune

my whirling thoughts, stored right in you

the shouts and laughter fill my mind 

my soul’s what shines on all that’s died;

the only thing that transcends time

the flower stems beneath my heart.

my deepest wish; a timeless wand;

one swish could stop the wind from

blasting down the tumbling rocks

i know, i know, deep down, i’ve learned,

there’s nothing real in fantasy

this flowerbed within my heart

will never be more than an art.

i find it funny how word and word

can fill the page with all my world

the flick and gliding of a pen

can draw and build whats in my soul

away from all that i call home

embellishments of my reality,

are not the nicest company.

they cannot see for what exists,

they chase you down

with childhood dreams

but yet a whisper is what grips

the tulip, lilies, and the rose.

i’ll always run straight back to you

my locked and lost

forbidden tune