Poems from Equell
The petals in due time,
Slip from their mothers grasp;
Their birth place ,
As they evade time,
Dancing between space,
Before falling down...
Why must we be identified by such names?
I feel as though in our society,
There are more names that project
A negative idea towards us then...
In front of me,
A board triumphly stands,
Despite the bits and pieces of
Words that stained its surface.
Each phrase a living memory,...
I feel like crying.
Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands.
"Cry already!"
"Make me feel better!"
"Think of something funny!"...
I am at Peace.
Emotions, tend to be as fluid as most
Of the streams that pass through
The lush green forests
We hardly ever get to see...