My feet bounced as I waited in the dimly lit examination room. The dark curtains blocked out any hints of sunlight, the only light source being the single fluorescent lamp standing in the center of the room.

I want to touch a tree.

Not just any tree.

A tree with big green leaves.

I miss the shade trees

give on hot summer days.

The way they smelled, not

like a flower, just the

overall smell of nature.

I want to sit on

Falling , falling down to earth

toward the place I was given birth

I close my eyes and count to three

A sad requiem for an unknown dream.

Why is it that people of this nation

Are only in it for the fascination?

Always on the run

I hate putting my family through pain

If I could wrong my rights I would be sane

Until that point I hang my head in shame

I wish not but blame myself

While walking in the art store today.

I overheard a color pencil box

With many things to say

“I don’t like the Red,” said the Orange

and Green said, “Nor do I”

and no one likes Yellow

But no one knows just why

Hatred melts away

Madness peels back from my mind

Wrongs are diluted

Accompany me

To a place so far away

Let us reside there

Sit in wait of me

Yet we are still together

Take long walks with me

Come with me into these memories

Where grown-ups are not allowed

Across the deep concrete river

Where in giant hollow owl’s eyes

You can hear the hidden bears’ growls.

Beneath high branches curved like arches

Their leaves intertwined

Alone,

I wait for

you.

I sit quietly

and picture

you,

wondering if

you will still

come.

Sometimes, when the soft spring rain

slowly soaks the earth,

And lightly fingers everything,

Giving it a coat of droplets,

The color of everything begins to fade...

It darkens out the colors

And smooths out texture.

Life to all, the empty promise

I’ve found something new

Take your script and watch it slip through

Cracks so obvious

Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh

The birds’ little whispers still can be heard.

The moon isn’t full, it’s only half

Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred.

Melody misses Harmony-her friend

Winter seems like an endless calm.

When the cold surrounds us,

and the darkness makes the streets disappear,

the world’s turning seems to slow down.

You can see footprints start and footprints

stop,

leading somewhere,

going nowhere.

I sit there, in my own little world.

The fountain flows like a babbling brook as I inhale deeply.

 I’m alone with my thoughts, and nothing else.

Just me, I sit on a smooth rock in the middle of the lake.

The soft murmur of kids