rabbit-cloud

Three tiny tots
and a fluffy dog,
laying on the grass
looked at the clouds.

the first one said,
look an elephant,
the second one said,
look a rabbit,

the third one said
look a dinosaur dancing on the rainbow,
the others were jealous of his imagination,
he was only humble for his blindness

Painting

It hung there
for god knows how long,
must have been tired
of all those stares,
the gasps
and the noise all around.

I wonder if they ever need a hug,
an imagination being trapped
forever in a box and sealed in glass
is beauty and cruelty at the same time.

Red Storm

As the Skies spit fire,
the winds are brewing a storm red
living and dead don’t matter now
when the air is full of dread

I don’t hear the wolves howl
I hear their cries instead
Is this how I imagine hell
every time before I go to bed.