elise.writer

Symphony of colors
Melody of hills
Harmony of growth
Ballad of truth
Rhythm of quakes
Tunes of emotions
Beats of light
Chorales of love

Keys weave stitches with
A gentle touch whispering
To the pain not that

When time takes a vacation
Sitting alone with thoughts
Frowning at the present
For it's all too abstruse
Wish you weren't alone
Suffering through privelege
Don't want to be solipsistic
But that's just another thing

Four flags ripple in the soft
Morning, soon-to-be-afternoon air
Four countries I know should know
But no one ever taught me
Navy Subarus and silver Hondas
Speed down a multi-laned highway
That I'm too young to understand

The thawed suffering of verdant sprouts
Potentials crushed by our footsteps
Renunciation of Earth, who crumbles

Presents whose only destiny is clutter piling high
On our supposedly special days and stirring