Writing

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn grey...

I watch as the rain starts to fall...

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance...

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away...

And yet...I feel safe not scared...

I saw a chicken crossing the street

And said to myself

“That’s rather neat!”

So I asked him, why are you crossing here?

And he glared at me with a stare so real

Then he answered me appearing quite cross.

We built a superman.

In our heads, we built a superman.

Clipped by a speeding bullet,

So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first

I am forever chained to technology.

Everyday I put on technology that will allow me to hear “normally.” 

I will always have to put something in my ear to hear at human standards.

When the rain fell, a world grew, and something vacant turned green.

As the world grew, its people loved, and something grew in them.

When the people loved, the people lost, and the world grew again.