Something I dug up....
The clouds are now an angry and sad colour, ready to drop any minute,
But they cannot because if they did they would lose themselves.
Yet connect the sky to the earth, binding the two with white snow.
The peace and quietness I now feel, is torn when a car rushes by,
When a street lamp is flickered on,
When the atmosphere changes.
The chemical reaction always happening,
A never ending process of change and of peaceful breaking.
So... I dug up this old thing lying around in one of my private lj posts and edited it a bit. This poem reflects the weather of when I wrote this.... Personally I really like this, but it sucks in a way D:
Maybe I should write more?
But they cannot because if they did they would lose themselves.
Yet connect the sky to the earth, binding the two with white snow.
The peace and quietness I now feel, is torn when a car rushes by,
When a street lamp is flickered on,
When the atmosphere changes.
The chemical reaction always happening,
A never ending process of change and of peaceful breaking.
So... I dug up this old thing lying around in one of my private lj posts and edited it a bit. This poem reflects the weather of when I wrote this.... Personally I really like this, but it sucks in a way D:
Maybe I should write more?