Nature

Waves like to push me,
They want to engulf me in their essence,
They try to lull my voice,
And fill up my lungs,

Dirt likes to blind me,
It wants to cover me,
It tries to cake my skin,
And decorate me,

Grass likes to stab me,
They want to lay beside me,
They try to destroy my skin,
And become one with me,

Wind likes to prob me,
It wants to kiss me,
It tries to make me run,
And dances with me.

sarcasimish

VT

YWP Alumni

More by sarcasimish

  • Thoughts on English

    Angles, angels
    I used to mix up angels and angles
    The spelling got me
    English was hard to learn especially Since i didn’t really want to learn it

    Once, twice, thrice
    I still don’t find it fair that thrice isn’t a thing
  • Graduation

    I’m walking tomorrow

    For my mother who never even got to high school
    Who frowns whenever I’ve put my schoolwork over cleaning my room 

    I’m walking tomorrow 
  • Siblingship

    The bond of siblings doesn’t quite make sense,
    Because I will go half hungry so they can eat the other part of my sandwich,

    The simmering heat of anger that a sibling can make you burn with can be quite questionable,