Secrets

This ocean of dirt
illuminates the night
revealing night's secrets
forget the hurt
prepare to fight
we all have our secrets
Be on alert
turn on the lights
time to cast away our secrets
secrets only hurt
secrets make us lose sight
Secrets...secrets...secrets...

I think this poem is mostly obvious. It's about secrets and how everyone has them and how they can make a mess of our lives sometimes.
~T

Not a Poem... :)

Haven't written any poems in a while so I have decided to share just these couple of little quirky things I wrote down. I usually write down little lines that pop in my head randomly because sometimes I can elaborate on them and turn them into poems. But I haven't been feeling too poetic lately. Maybe soon, Spring is finally peeking out and all the new life can be inspiring. :) Enjoy!

Coded words mean to me.
something secret,
something I'm not supposed to see.
So why write them down?
They just taunt me
and make me frown.



A bubble of laughter came with the green blush of the earth.

Happy Easter! It's in about a week. :) Hopefully I'll get inspired soon. I know once I get to start mowing grass, the words start flowing. LOL. Idk why but I always think of stuff while riding the lawn mower and listening to my ipod. ;p
~T