Poem by my friend

The Forest

We are all connected

Like a spider web

And when I take a breath

Another life does end

A forest full of trees comes down

And a deer family must fend

And because those deers do leave

No seeds are spread by them

And without seeds to feed the earth

Well the moss cannot mend

And without that moist damp moss

The snails and bugs dry up

And the frogs and birds

Must flee their homes

In search of forests ahead

And when those birds and frogs do move

They overpopulate

There is no longer enough food here

For us all to mate

So birds and frogs grow weak

And are eaten by predators

Causing the owls, hawks, and crows

To have more babies

So when those baby birds do grow

And there is not enough food

Well, they fight it out amongst each other

until the world is right again.

Dreams

Dreams, float about my head

Uncontrolled silver thread

Ideas, whispering in my ear

So quiet, I can barely hear

Phrases stolen from a book

Of poems, old and overlooked

Possibilities wrapped around my fingers

But plausibility does not linger

So as my tranquil body sleeps

My mind worries and it weeps

For no one knows the woes of mine

never will the stars align

or give the darkness hope for light

Silver

Twisty worms

Morph into fireworks

And then grow into feathers

From there form into every different bird

Creating an unstoppable cacophony

Slowly, the sound fades away

As harp music comes into play

The vibrations of the sound

Create a rumble through the ground

Gentle waves across the floor

From sound into sandy earth

foamy waves against my toes

Brushing tickling controlled flow

Spraying water salts my tongue

Flavors bursting sharp and strong

And suddenly the beach is gone

And I can smell something robust and unclean

It must be car gasoline

Then the scent of it is gone

And silver mist works as if controlled

Building, molding, forming

Creating dreams

That convince you you are conchase.

My other half

There is me

And then there is her

She is me

I am her

But we are not the same

Where I feel passion

She sees that

And twists my reality

To make me sick

She chases right behind my every thought

My every move

So I am never alone

She questions me, judges me

And never leaves me alone

Except when I am with him

He wards her off

Weather with a ring of salt or an onion I do not know

All I know, is that he brings me peace

He is special

He is mine

When I am with him

She cannot follow me

Torture me

Trick me

Because he protects me

And that is his job

He lets me wrap my arms around him

And cry on his shoulder for hours

He lets me just talk to him

But the conversation is one sided

Because he is a horse.

I would like to thank my friend for these amazing pieces! It made my heart stop and there are so many more. I would be glad to share more if asked for them :)! Im rereading these now and I almost want to cry!