Alexandra
Broken Waterfall
I am broken,
Like fine china that has fallen on the floor.
I can’t tell if I’m alone or with anything.
I don’t feel safe,
As if I am a tattered raggedy Ann,
With no child or place to call home.
Who am I ?
Well, I am a conscience,
I am delicate, yet strong.
It’s like I am a cascading waterfall,
Peaceful, but roaring with no intent to stop.
It’s nature that keeps me going.
Sure, trash is floating in me
And around me, from bystanders I don’t even know.
They don’t truly know me,
And I don’t know them.
Yet, they hurt me.
I don’t know why?
But, it’s inevitable.
It always happens.
I can’t control it.
I am a conscience.
I am a waterfall.
I am you.
You don’t realize I’m here.
But, I am always with you.
I am you
And
We are a broken waterfall.
I am broken,
Like fine china that has fallen on the floor.
I can’t tell if I’m alone or with anything.
I don’t feel safe,
As if I am a tattered raggedy Ann,
With no child or place to call home.
Who am I ?
Well, I am a conscience,
I am delicate, yet strong.
It’s like I am a cascading waterfall,
Peaceful, but roaring with no intent to stop.
It’s nature that keeps me going.
Sure, trash is floating in me
And around me, from bystanders I don’t even know.
They don’t truly know me,
And I don’t know them.
Yet, they hurt me.
I don’t know why?
But, it’s inevitable.
It always happens.
I can’t control it.
I am a conscience.
I am a waterfall.
I am you.
You don’t realize I’m here.
But, I am always with you.
I am you
And
We are a broken waterfall.
The Rabbit Hole
The smile of a cat
So purple (if that),
As the queen begins to roar.
When the teacups spin,
And the Mad Hatter grins,
There is someone’s head in store.
But a little girl,
In a cotton blue dress,
Seems to end up changing it all.
Now, the roses are red.
She is sound asleep in bed,
But, the rabbits hole is now small.
The smile of a cat
So purple (if that),
As the queen begins to roar.
When the teacups spin,
And the Mad Hatter grins,
There is someone’s head in store.
But a little girl,
In a cotton blue dress,
Seems to end up changing it all.
Now, the roses are red.
She is sound asleep in bed,
But, the rabbits hole is now small.
Outside
I’m outside, listening to crows squawk, crying for help it seems. Over a span of about two minutes, only two crows continue to squawk. They sound as if they can talk or communicate with each other, despite how far away they are. I wonder what they say to each other?
Five more minutes pass. A class air conditioner turns on, roaring outside just so that the classroom full of people inside can feel comfortable. Why does it do that? Even though it is a meer metal machine made of atoms, it helps make people feel comfortable inside, leaving the outdoors noisey. The air conditioner roar seems unexpected. When one started, they all seemed to join. It’s a chain, just to keep people comfortable.
Looking up above, I see a tree. The cascading tree branches are connected to a tree trunk: tall and strong. The leaves growing off of this tree and thriving off of this tree, appear to be green. Not a dark, sad green, praying for warmth, but a cheerful green, filled with lightness and happiness.
I see these tree branches from the circle planter I'm sitting at as the sun peeks through. Hitting my face with subtle warmth. Seaming as if the light from the sun is focused on solely my face. With the green leaves from the trees, and the sun trying to go through those leaves, they make faint shadows on the hard cement ground.
A subtle gust of wind comes by, blowing my light, blonde hair in all directions. The wind brushes the side of my body; it’s cooling. Me being outside, not focusing on social interaction, but only nature. I can feel so many things outside. My mind is clear. There are not many things depriving me of this good feeling. Even with children running around, air conditioners blasting, planes up above, and a dog barking down below, I feel relaxed.
Being outside really allows me to reflect about my life. Just sitting here, outside, I’m not worrying about the world. Only worrying about what’s in my head. It’s a different experience to explore my head. I may want to do it more often.
I’m outside, listening to crows squawk, crying for help it seems. Over a span of about two minutes, only two crows continue to squawk. They sound as if they can talk or communicate with each other, despite how far away they are. I wonder what they say to each other?
Five more minutes pass. A class air conditioner turns on, roaring outside just so that the classroom full of people inside can feel comfortable. Why does it do that? Even though it is a meer metal machine made of atoms, it helps make people feel comfortable inside, leaving the outdoors noisey. The air conditioner roar seems unexpected. When one started, they all seemed to join. It’s a chain, just to keep people comfortable.
Looking up above, I see a tree. The cascading tree branches are connected to a tree trunk: tall and strong. The leaves growing off of this tree and thriving off of this tree, appear to be green. Not a dark, sad green, praying for warmth, but a cheerful green, filled with lightness and happiness.
I see these tree branches from the circle planter I'm sitting at as the sun peeks through. Hitting my face with subtle warmth. Seaming as if the light from the sun is focused on solely my face. With the green leaves from the trees, and the sun trying to go through those leaves, they make faint shadows on the hard cement ground.
A subtle gust of wind comes by, blowing my light, blonde hair in all directions. The wind brushes the side of my body; it’s cooling. Me being outside, not focusing on social interaction, but only nature. I can feel so many things outside. My mind is clear. There are not many things depriving me of this good feeling. Even with children running around, air conditioners blasting, planes up above, and a dog barking down below, I feel relaxed.
Being outside really allows me to reflect about my life. Just sitting here, outside, I’m not worrying about the world. Only worrying about what’s in my head. It’s a different experience to explore my head. I may want to do it more often.