Poem Set #5

Chemistry for Breakfast.

I ate air for breakfast,
Nibbled on some nitrogen,
And chewed on the carbon
And I gulped it all down,
With a few sips of oxygen.


Memories

I died long ago,
And this body is hollow;
Just a shell, of a person you used to know.
But, there is a place in my memories

That I go when I'm scared.
A place where I'm loved,
A time when you cared.

My silent retreat
To a world that lacks defeat,
An escape from a savage truth.


Dreamscape

A meadow of silence, nothingness towards the seams
A sea of grass, my imagination's wings unfurled,
Softly playing music enters my dream,
A sensory subconscious world.

A fragrance like none other,
Floats, drifting about the meadow,
It sits in the air, but doesn't smother,
The Bright and crisp air of the autumn fellow

The grass underneath my bare feet is silk,
Feeling real and smooth, no sign of wilt,
There's earth in my toes and wind on my face,
I love the feel of this extravagant place.