myrandompoems

//I miss it there

The place I called home

I long to be back there

The place where I never felt forlorn

I yearn to be there

Where I felt like the devil, with dangerously large horns.

I wanna go back

To the place where my mother would make food, that I would seldom spare

//I saw her expression As her eyes sparkled

I saw through the fake smile she had put on

For her eyes, they had sang many a sad song

Her eyes, they looked like the night sky

But the type you get before a thunderstorm

Her eyes, they were in ways transparent

But what I saw was not that apparent

She's walking. And as she's walking down the street, you slow down your car and roll down the windows as she quickens her pace and closes out your relentless cat calling.

You see, that cat calling is driving here crazy from inside , it's driving her to insanity

That car slowing down behind her makes her hope that you're going to show her humanity, but you don't.

Instead you shout and hoot and l...

It was a cold Novembers morning.

It had just snowed, and there was a slight mist and dullness in the air.

She was sitting on the rusted park bench.

The moss had covered all of the planks now, and it had so many memories.

She pictured herself playing in the open field, and checking to see if her mother was sitting on the bench paying attention to her.

The caterpillar, oh how it moved.

It pranced, from here to there.

Almost like a ballerina, almost...

 

The caterpillar, it carried me away.

It took me to a land of wonders, where in the wind I could sway

Where I almost forgot about my worries....almost...

 

The caterpillar, how ...

He opened his laptop

For the last time

His phone went ping and his laptop looked like a collage of notifications

He scrolled through them and a teat fell on the mousepad

He wasnt really angry or sad, just ...fed up.

He tried to type a reply, but his hands couldn't move,

It was like he was free falling but without a parachute.

He turned of his laptop, and shut it down

Now in his room there was not a sound

He took a pen and wrote things, you...

I slammed the door, but that was all I could do.

I sat down and contemplated.

I looked outside of my window, and everything looked still.

Almost the opposite to the feelings raging inside me, the hurricanes of anger and the tsunamis of disappointment left me in agony...

I was helpless.

That's when I saw it.

T...

As the glass fogged up and the rain poured down, I felt the most childish I've felt in a long time.

The middle grader persona has it's tolls and it's restrictions, meaning you cannot draw on fogged up windows.

But this one.

The wind blew past me, as I looked out the window to the ever-changing horizon .

The sun was setting and amidst the sound of the cars wheels turning,

the radio playing in the background and the birds chirping ,

the Amber spread and raged across the sky like a forest fire

It engulphed the light blue so rapidly that it left no time for the former to run.

All that it tried, the Amber would not stop, until in a moment, the birds chirping

the radio playing ...

Falling asleep, one of the hardest things on this Earth!

Probably even harder than child birth

A dangerous stunt you should never try at home

Especially when you’re all alone

Thinking about monsters in the dark

With a humped up back much like the curvature of an arc

Yes, it is a very tough thing to do

Especially when you’ve got to go to the loo!

After you’ve told your mum the last excuse

And then you come up ...