Observer
Talking, chatter all around me.
I sit silently, an observer.
I wonder what they’re talking about.
What are they saying?
Why are they laughing,
hysterically,
not a care in the world?
They don’t know me.
I don’t know them.
We mean nothing to each other.
So why do I care?
I am only an observer.
~Carissa~
Species of a Human
Moving as a heard
they critique.
Talking in whispers —
gossip.
Pointing fingers
subtle turn of heads.
They stalk their prey
Watching, waiting.
Ready to pounce.
This is mostly the female species
the males couldn’t be bothered
And then we have the rare species
the kind, gentle, loving.
Loving eyes
kind words.
The only whispers are made
to encourage.
Pointing to point out
all of the good, the love.
Its the rare species that make
the world right.
That make the world livable.
~Carissa~
LUCID
Awake or dreaming?
He says to himself
as he walks down to his room.
He lays down on his bed
drifting off.
Slowly, sleepily, into dream land.
Then jerking awake he realizes
that wasn’t his room,
this is his room.
He’s in a lucid state
A place where he is in control
His own world
Leaving it would be so hard
“I’ll just stay here”
he thinks.
“So long as I never sleep again,
I can never wake up
I can never leave.
I’ll Stay.”
~Carissa~