Why must I treat a little gift as such a burden?Pocket-sized notebook sitting on the shelf I picture my brother, wandering a storeSpotting itCarrying itBuying itWrapping itGiving itThinking of me the whole time And how do I thank him?By using it as a dust collectorBetter start writin!
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Perfect Moment: a poem
Glimmer twins in my CD playerBlasting through the speakersSun on my skin warms every layerWearing shorts and sneakers Ice bold beer in my overworked handsTake it nice and easyPoker with banter over played handsAir feels nice and breezy She comes along to perfect the dayIt’s just a kiss away
Struggling Flame: a poem
A brief flash of light between two eternities of darknessThe first is easy, the second heavyEven still, the light shines not like a beaconBut a struggling flame, fighting to burn at every momentNo rest until the fire goes out
~4.5 Billion Years: a poem
I make the grass growI make the wind blowI paint the sky with colored rainbowsI mark the ground with people’s shadows I bring you the dawnAnd leave you the nightYou wanted to seeSo I gave you some light I help you grow foodI help out your moodI make your skin feel nice and warmI wasContinue reading “~4.5 Billion Years: a poem”
Lefty Forrester 