Above the sky Few people have been But most people wonder They look up each day and think What goes on above the sky Above the sky is where infinity lies Infinity goes on way past the sky Perhaps there is more than infinity But how will we find out What hides above the sky
Poetry
Rush
All the time, everywhere Each person here and there All have a thing they share The people of the world rush This is an activity that must be hush Because time is quickly crushed So we all have to take it slow Because, before we know Time will want to go Brandon Reiter
The Earth Becomes Still
The earth becomes still I feel it in my toes The innocent light glows Against the water Against the earth The owl cries to its soul For it has left him in the night Leaving him empty Leaving him alone The owls cries become soft As the innocent light creeps away Leaving the earth Turning
The Storm
Did you rage or did you whisper? Certainly you shrieked but we all do.
Thousands of Umbrellas
Thousands of Umbrellas pushing Against the Forever falling rain We fight a mostly losing battle Trying to keep our hearts dry
The Journey of the Mind
Past the beaches That are all long closed, There stands a discreet, little house Almost covered by the trees.
The Feast
Welcome to the feast, the feast! The food is piled high People come from everywhere And that is not a lie!
Sneakers
Think… When did you start to think this? Yesterday, tomorrow, in a year? I like your sneakers You like mine
The Two Sides of Competition
We have been friends for around seven years and have many things in common, but we have contradictory ideas about competition. So, we thought it would be a good idea to get together and write this poem in the form of a debate (a competition of sorts), each of us arguing our own belief.
Status
“Stand clear of the closing doors please.” The tired people late to work, trying to push their way in the crowded train suddenly stop their desperate, violent attempts, and a vague feeling of defeat, muddled by their half-asleep conditions, staggers though their befuddled eyes, accompanied by a low moan and then they dejectedly drift away
