Humble sunflower
Humble smile
Smile with grace
Smile with pride
Pride is the devil
Pride is power
Power in showing up
Power in not giving up
Up with the dead
Up with the living
Living with revelation
Living with werewolves
Werewolves are sheep
Werewolves are real
Real silver
Real stars
Stars give guidance
Stars give light
Light up the world
Light shines on money
Money for me
Money for you
You have choices
You can love
Love to fight
Love to fly
Fly through time
Fly without wings
Wings translucent
Wings never sleep
Sleep talk
Sleep walk
Walk on fire
Walk on the moon
Moon landing
Moon crash
Crash against the stars
Crash on man
Man made
Man king
King shame
King David
David defeats Goliath
David the artist
Artist struggles
Artist cry
Cry for joy
Cry for pain
Pain
Joy
Ahhh... Finally.
Just A Squirrel.
But A Gray Squirrel!
Quirky And Plain.
Hidden Away In
"21st Century"
"California."
Unknown Deliberately,
In A Random Poetry
Forest.
Soft And Gray.
Free Identity.
-Gray Squirrel
09-07-2026
Stay a child of the sun in your life
Because whosoever hath the sun
Can give the sun!
Hello Beast
I've come with tools in hand...
What is it today?!
Perhaps a day of simple grace?
Or do I crawl inside your soul?
I know your job of hell unleashed.
Blasted cast, making dust—
But it's time for you to sit.
Lock out, tag out confirms your fit.
I can't trust you to work a day—to do your job without decay!
You have destroyed my trust.
My mind screams to be released!
Damnation of the mechanic's role...
I cuss, you groan, and spit upon my face.
Today you'll understand!
Today, the beast of metal and trite,
Found the truth in mechanic's might.
August augmented Summer's stay,
but now takes tiny breaths, biding her time
to slowly set verdant vines,
those lofty leaves upon tall trees, and
green grains to feebly fade-
to paint plush colors, framing Fall-
as September styles the Autumn age.
scrolling
pantomine
alienated
messaging
A goodbye happened before hello,
in some twisted loves, you just know.
I knew it was over before it even began,
suffocated by the calloused hands of a man.
I only saw your eyes in passing,
only one glimpse, and I knew they were worth having.
A goodbye was the very start,
the kind that ruins you in its poetic art.
I didn’t need to know your story.
I watched, noted the places you like to hang out,
you in all your glory.
I stalked for months, had all kinds of fun.
It’s a pity you didn’t when I told you to run.
I liked your bubbly charisma.
I played into it with charm.
You didn’t know all I wanted was to cause you harm.
I tricked you, said I knew your friend,
but when the lights went out, limp and alone,
you knew by the end.
I’m a psycho, a natural-born killer.
I’ve added you to my collection,
in which I’ve labelled thriller.
I said goodbye before hello.
You were pretty, a blonde,
and you didn’t even know.
He talks to the void and it often listens
But it feels like there is nobody there.
So he flew to the sky and tried to say hello
Except the sky never even welcomed him home.
What the is this
What DO we really do here
Tell ME what the ...
Amid falling leaves, my thoughts wander far,
as, gracefully, they cascade through the air.
From long winter sleep, they awoke with spring;
unfolded their fullness at the summer peak.
Yes, what a journey their venture provides-
in very few months, each life is fulfilled.
For them, time is fathomed by seasons of days-
unlike my much longer, well-measured years.
Oh, falling leaves, like my autumn of life-
you slowly drift down on faded green lawns.
Red-orange-gold colors boast your last hurrah,
as they calmly, peacefully, twirl to the ground.
A calm ride from branches to blanket the earth;
yet, you weathered storms on long, windy nights.
You shielded the nests upon fine, sturdy limbs
and honored your seasons as best as you could.
My feelings unfold as each lone leaf descends-
reminiscing my own, long, well-seasoned years;
from green, tender bud to full burnished art-
my thoughts wander far, amid falling leaves-
yet, hang on the hope of the next new Spring;
with awakened birth, new life will begin.
Hello Today
My blinds read aglow___|
as if illuminated loose leaf__|
I'm drawing the tasseled strings_|
with a hearty anticipatory hopeful _ |
Precious Lord what might today bring_ |
Who frightened the bug
On my chair? It will not move.
Where shall I sit now?
Hello, falling rain!
To be greeted by waters
Cleansing my body
One little "hi" began our tale
A bond that time could never fail.
Day by day, our laughter grew,
And friendship bloomed before we knew
Then quietly, without a sound,
Love took root in common ground.
No sudden storm, no flashing sign,
Just your heart finding mine.
Tall beside me, calm and kind,
Warm brown eyes that ease my mind.
Younger, patient, strong, and true
Somehow, every wish was you!
You never chased the passing crowd,
Or sought attention, bold and loud.
Your loyalty became my peace,
A love that made my worries cease.
Now hand in hand, we patiently wait,
Trusting love instead of fate.
Dreaming of the day we'll stand,
With blessings given, hand in hand.
And years from now, when time has flown,
We'll smile and say how love has grown.
For every chapter, every climb,
Was worth the wait, was worth the time.
Because our story wasn't made
By perfect days that never swayed;
It was written through each trial we knew,
And every page still leads to you.
I see something near
Crushing a crystalline eye
Hello, I am God
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