This is Crazy

The planets are predictable,
With their orbits and gravity;
He knew where to find them,
Wherever they may be.

He came to memorize,
What time and where,
He should sit or rise,
To accommodate them.

He fell in love with Saturn,
Neptune and Mars.
But the planets didn’t think much,
Of his unwavering love.

As long as they could pass by,
They couldn’t care less,
How hard he tried,
To look his very best.

But on days he was gone,
Looking for other things to love,
The planets vowed,
To again, love no one.

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This is Anger

The world is untouchable,
That’s why he ruined the galaxy.
He threw all his hate,
And the stars became the debris.

In space, he could shout
As loud as he wants,
And no one could hear him,
Not even the world he loves.

Satellites became his friends,
Whom he spoke to often.
There was always a conversation,
Without a reply from them.

It sure was lonely,
Up there in space.
Yet there he was happy,
To spend all his days.

Moon River

A still river full of water,
Where colorful fins swim by,
And vibrant flowers sway,
Under the blue sky.

The quiet hum of dragonflies,
Leaping from stone to stone,
Envious is the water—
As stiff as a bone.

For the water stays at its home,
Destined to kiss its own;
Trapped by its own corners,
And left all alone.

Sweet Dreams

Light dances behind closed eyes,
Vividly, it flies—
All the colors in white,
There, by nowhere in sight.
Held and kept
Longer, while I wept.
Slowly it disappears,
Lost, amidst tears—
Remnants cease,
There’s nothing left to see.
Why stay here,
Surrounded by fear;
Stunned frozen solid,
Aghast and pallid—
Waiting to wake up,
With the candles lit up;
The room again warm,
Safe from all harm.

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