A Ray of Sunlight is...

A smidge of warmth

A little bit of happiness

A little shimmer in the gloom of the day

A little shine through the grey

A Ray of Sunlight is...

Something

Unexpected

Now. But will forever shine down

He spoke a single joke.

It’s witty sarcasm cut through the air,

and the good nature healed the wound.

A single chuckle,

and the room rang,

Laughter bouncing around the walls.

The torrential sounds died soon,

but as people left to go home, it sat

relentless in their heads.

A single joke.

Once spoke,

Forever remembered.

A pencil

You write with it

You scribble with it

You chew on it...

Sometimes

You try not to but when you are nervous it is always there

It's your trusty pal

For writing to a pencil pal

You break it out of anger

Then tape it out of sorrow

When it gets dull

You sharpen it

Until all you have left is a stump

A stump of what it used to be

A pencil

You go to find a new one now

What do you find?

A pencil made out of plastic?

That never runs out?

No thanks

I think I will stick with my pal

Color

It is everywhere

Up in the big green trees

Down in the grey gravel

Beneath in the brown dirt

Above in the blue sky

It flows up and down the street

It can make us smile

It can make us cry

Emotions can match every kind of color

Color

What would life be like without it?

As a group

We stay in a loop

There is no mountain to high for us to climb

There is no no river we can not cross

If we stick together through the up's and down's

We can take the heavy pounds

That life can bring

Raining down

Help each other

One another

A team, a pack, a group

However you call, we always need to stay together

Now and forever

There is no failing

If you fall you get back up

You can't fail until you give up

Never give up

Give it all you have got

Because you have a great shot

I am young

But I'm not always ready

I'm weak

But I can jump high enough to touch the glistening stars

I have no filter

But I think about all my actions

I love many people and things

But I contain enough hate in my pinky finger to wilt a thriving field of flowers

I am gentle

But I can bite

I am short

But my head is in the clouds

I am fast

But I stop and appreciate the beauty of this world

I am ugly

But I can set your heart ablaze

I am understanding

But I fight for what is right

I am introverted

But I open up to the people I trust and let them see my truth

I am Me

Who are you?

Old books lay forgotten

On the shelves that hold many truths

They tell tales of heroic princes

Or some may say something about you

They stay there waiting

For someone to pick them up

They are patient

And caring

Maybe you should pick it up

Have you ever noticed that a door can open and close for years, and never needs to be replaced? His old creaky frame sat in that old doorway for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. This door has seen and felt more than you could ever imagine. Each person that turned his rusty knob, had a different personality. A different disposition, psyche, and individuality. He met singers, dancers, accountants, lumberjacks, and maybe even a president. Each person invites a few friends over, giving him more personalities for him to feel, to see. Doors do not have eyes, for they are not living creatures, but one does not need eyes to see.