Street art: Down Town Royal Oak
Original Artist: Unknown
2016
Feather |
Snow Flake |
COFFEE |
What is a feather,
Without a wing? Floating helplessly in the breeze, A feather is just a thing. Well, maybe to you, But not to me. We may be looking at the same thing, But how different it is what we see. A symbol of flight, A representation of freedom. To be able to fly like a bird, Would be the keys to the kingdom. But, just like me, A feather without a wing, Will never soar the skies again, But it can blow in the breeze in the spring. It can flow in a river, It can sink to the rocks. It can be tracked through the woods, Stuck to the paw of a fox. So really, what is a feather? Once its fallen from its wing. Is it really something special? Or is it really just a thing? MagicIsManic March, 2016 |
Darling your unique,
Something nobody else will ever be. Falling from the sky, You would be amazed the things you see. The world below, Lit up bright with city lights. Falling from the sky, The wind whispering your final rights. Tonight you fall, Tomorrow you melt. All that is left, Is what you saw, and what you felt. Darling your unique, Your one in a million. No, scratch that. Your one in a billion. Your so temporary in this world, Because tomorrow the sun will rise. As the day comes to life, It will be you who dies. MagicIsManic March, 2016 |
Your like a cup of coffee,
Bitter yet refreshing in the same sip. Making me want you more, Every time you touch my lip. Your so strong, your so bold, But with 2 sugars your also sweet. You pick me up when I fall, You sweep me off my feet. Your like a cup of coffee, Warm and comforting at the same time. You always get me through the day, Your the reason for my rhyme. Every morning starts with you, Your a habit I don't want to break. You might be my new addiction, But that is something I can take. MagicIsManic March, 2016 |
Wind
A force of nature they could never begin to control,
You hold a power that most don't quite understand.
You could whip up a typhoon over the ocean,
Or you could raise a dust storm out of sand.
You could spin yourself into a tornado,
Then show everyone your wrath.
Or you could be a gentle spring breeze,
Delighting everything in your path.
So versatile in the things you can be,
You have the power to change your form.
You could push in a worm front,
Or you could bring us a brutal winter storm.
Your the force that moves the clouds through the sky,
Your the currents on which the birds sore.
Your everything I wish I could be,
Your everything and more.
MagicIsManic
March, 2016
You hold a power that most don't quite understand.
You could whip up a typhoon over the ocean,
Or you could raise a dust storm out of sand.
You could spin yourself into a tornado,
Then show everyone your wrath.
Or you could be a gentle spring breeze,
Delighting everything in your path.
So versatile in the things you can be,
You have the power to change your form.
You could push in a worm front,
Or you could bring us a brutal winter storm.
Your the force that moves the clouds through the sky,
Your the currents on which the birds sore.
Your everything I wish I could be,
Your everything and more.
MagicIsManic
March, 2016