Writing

My funny little friend

appearing at my door

day in and day out

to say hello to me.

So intelligent

yet so stupid

chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass

lying on the doormat

I see the way you care for everyone else,

More than yourself.

Picking up every broken piece of glass

Because you know that if you don’t

Who will?

I see the way you love,

Not just through words

I hold the photos
 of memories of the forgotten.

I sit, on an old shelf

For people to admire

I sit all day and night.

No other purpose in the world.

The people smile. But not at me.

The sky is falling 

Please look up

The sky is falling

I don’t know how you can’t see it

Wait

Yes I do

You don’t want to

You choose ignorance

And stagnant water

Over knowledge

smoke bleeds through the sky like marker does to paper

tearing, thrashing. 

breaking, bashing. 

the birds are sad.

it's hard to catch the people undistracted,

but they too are sad.

I heard from a guy who told somebody

Bout the deserts dry

And the forests muddy

But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies