Poetry

A More Ambiguous Perspective.

I can’t hear the sound of a beating heart that bleeds beyond a system that is falling apart.

Anonymous

As I Live and Breathe

As I live and breathe so does the world around me.
I feel as though ill melt into the tree as it leaves its imprint on my back.
I connect to the ground through the dirt between my fingers.
I watch the shrubs and green things take a breath and relax on a gust of wind.

I hear the cicadas, as their noise becomes the silence.
I feel the occasional worker crawl over my leg to get back on his path.
I realize the energy of the things that don’t know it but rely on each other.
As I live and breathe so does the world around me. 

As I live and breathe so does the world around me. 
The greens shines like the dense wealth of a thousand men.
The hot sand punishes the feet of those who pass over it.
The creatures, all with a mission of instinct, fighting the nature in their path.

The selfish cycle repeats once and once again for the earth to get its fill.
The life of a big creature with sand caught in its claws.
The fear of a small creature with too many big creatures to bear.
As I live and breathe so does the world around me.

-Eli B.