Poems from musicgal794
The world is full of color,
Dripping with bright hues of
Amethysts,
crimsons,
emeralds
Ceruleans...
What is it? We see it everywhere:
That natural unbalance of support
It is everywhere we go
Yet it goes unseen by many.
Athletics and...
The smell of ink is everywhere
The ache in my fingers burns passionately
My grip on my pen loosens
I force the grip tighter.
With sweat,...
I envy the sun:
It has no problems of its own.
It is detached
I envy the water.
It goes where it wants and does what it wants
And does so...