Four Plants
Purple waves of skin,
Stemming from many green hands,
In a small white pot.
Ruby's that form swirls,
A flower of love and truth,
With the sharpest thorns.
Cotton petal clouds,
With a honeycomb center,
That grows in green fields.
Blue heads tilt downward,
Petals like blueberry jam,
As it stands up straight.
Lessons Learned
If I knew what yesterday was trying to say. I would have learned sooner, but if tomorrow could speak I would never have learned my lesson today. - K.G. Munro
Cognac
Trying to silence the beast in her soul,
As the liquid burns her throat,
Her mind is stuck in a gaping hole,
Like the bottom of the cognac bottle,
She's consuming,
Assignments are piling onto her desk,
She doesn’t want to think straight,
Because reason invites pain,
Her heart is strained with the burdens of adulthood,
The only friend she has is the one killing her organs,
But she doesn't care,
As long as she has her cognac.
Homebody
Wallpaper walls become a shield,
Away from the rest of the world,
One that is overwhelming at times,
People and emotions that can feel like hurricanes,
Sucking up my soul,
It takes its toll smiling for no reason,
As the seasons change, I stay at home,
In my comfy prison,
Out of the cold,
More hobbies than days of the year,
No tears shed for birthdays spent alone,
Because I'm an introvert,
Silence is all that I know,
As I count the threads on my blue throw,
The window is my glimpse into the world,
Noises of cars and people are blurred,
But it could be worse,
After all, this is my choice,
And I choose home,
Because being with people can make you feel just as alone,
I'd rather do what I enjoy,
Like write, bake, or program raspberry pi,
In a place that's safe and mine,
Than be miserable and anxious,
Outside.