Monday, April 4, 2016

Found Poem idk




Mountains purple with fruited grace
Spacious skies of amber
America and God above
O Beautiful for thee majesties crown?
Good America
His grain shed waves on the plain


Spring Break Sonnet






I laugh when the sun rises in the air
Because I still have desires to sleep.
Only a Week? Spring Break isn't that fair
My cat rubs her soft face against my feet.

I really want the world to go away.
I think I am starting to miss my friends.
The faucets in my eyes are on all day
The boredom from freedom never just ends.

Oh, can I please just have the time to paint?
And not go to work, that would be real nice. 
The oils on my hands are very faint
If the water outside will turn to ice.

Please let me dream, let me dream, let me dream. 
Get me away from this disgusting scheme.