Burdens of Yesteryear:

Maybe it's like being a jar made of glass,
Flowing through the air without a purpose,
Tumbling towards the frightful fate,
Barring away oh so close,

Maybe it's like being a grey cloud among the white,
Shifting slowly rather than blistering fast,
Fighting the dense air with force,
Hoping the sun could take what didn't last,

Maybe it's like a homeless man thinking back on life,
Living in that cardboard box in the rain,
Begging day after day for food,
Always having clothes with molded in stains,

Maybe it's like a car breaking down,
Watching as life rolled by without a thought,
The burdens mounding up ever so quickly,
But you keep fighting for what you've once fought,

Maybe life wasn't all that it was cracked up to be,
Being low and bleak upon repair,
Or maybe life gives us what we can handle,
And who we cannot live without so we won't be so bare.

Solar Powered

I am losing this fight,
But I dare not lose this war,
Slipping onto the brink,
Shaken to the bare core,

The world's chaos breaks through,
Begging the the fight to war on,
The ending nowhere within sight,
No angel to call upon,

The page turns methodically,
As the swords continue to entwine,
The enemies fall one by one,
As you continue to shine,

Burdens of the year's past wear onto your soul,
Mine crawls past all of the dead corpses,
We saw the light along the horizon,
Then came the burning ellipses.

Ocean's Deep:

The sea breeze hones forward,
Basking in it's own greatness,
Battering against all odds,
Furrying through all of buried mess,

The creatures of the sea scurried away,
Fighting against the tide,
Smothering in the sun's rays,
While flipping from side to side,

The ocean's Deep gave way to a sort of beauty,
Wading through the blue of the sea,
Begging for an eye to see,
Yet all the deep wanted was to be let be.

Orange Delight:

The breath stood fast,
Air breezing ever so slightly,
Burning desire filled the pink sky,
As I stood near still as could be,

The fire grew upon the orange horizon,
Heat was nowhere to be felt,
Yet the snow was forbidden,
For it had all but dealt,

I stared to the West Side,
The warmth oozing into my skin,
Coolness strayed from my body,
But the warmth stayed within,

The day passed unlike the others,
Unfulfilled yet more than I could muster,
I stood tall and steadfast,
Yet when the orange came I became flubber.

Colder Days:

A stranger seeks close shelter,
Walking by with good intentions,
Looking for a life full of bliss,
But can only find those frozen benches,

The lonely man walks closely by,
Hidden by the trees of yesterday,
Searching for a time to pass,
Going past the days bringing the fray,

The stranger comes to a broken wing,
The bird fighting the wintery cold,
Barely able to hold its own during the day,
But at night it loses its very mold,

The lonely man finds the two shivering from the fright,
The cold and the cold hearted,
He kneels down and speaks just words,
"The warmth will destroy all that won't be parted".