Poetry

Busy busy bumble bee Always working for the colony Working working don’t ever stop Only if you’re lucky Do you get one drop Of honey.

Poetry, Writings

Sun shining Still, they fell like diamonds from the sky for surely they were diamonds to the ground. Precious, desired, replenishing. The one resource on a never ending cycle.

Poetry

Meant to Be

Running Searching Searching Unable to stop, moving from one thing to the next. When will we ever find rest? When there is nothing left? Will we ever see through the distorted images of society? Only when blinded could we ever truly be free to see. Who we are meant to be.

Poetry

Normal Death

As a new day dawns, and old one dies. Yet no one weeps, no one cries. Death has become normal, then again when was it not. The act of causing death, though was never natural, and yet we as a human race have made it normal. In our world where we pride ourselves on being… Read More Normal Death

Poetry

Smoke

It’s a signal, a sign as it dances around you oh so sublime. You can breathe it in you can blow it out Though only when it stings your eyes and makes you cry do you really see what it is all about. A poison in one of many disguises, it fills you up and… Read More Smoke

Poetry

Tick, Tock

Time Time to go Time to stay Time is always, getting away Time is like water, it slips through your fingers Yet you can contain it briefly, like a memory Time is precious and yet can be the enemy It rushes, when you wish for it to wait And waits, when you want it to… Read More Tick, Tock

Poetry

Doubt

Doubt, it’s everywhere, isn’t it? We hear it from everything and everyone even if we do not realize it. Magazines with beautiful pictures of men and women smile and say no you will not be like us one day. The televisions scream and shout about, with its alternate reality of what we wish could be but only get… Read More Doubt

Writings

A coffee shop poem

  Coffee Shop A giggle  A whisper A soft subtle sigh as a story comes to a close Drip      Drip             Drip                        Ah that first sip                                                        At the coffee shop.                              – Amandia Lawrence