The Different Colors of the Sky MAG

May 2, 2011
By Faith Bates BRONZE, Howell, New Jersey
Faith Bates BRONZE, Howell, New Jersey
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If only I could trade places with the sky,
That breathtaking chameleon above,
I'd leave the Earth and all its troubles,
My old life, not even a memory.

I would ride dreamily through my heavenly kingdom,
On a carpet of misty clouds,
When it starts to get dark, I would flick on my silver lamp,
And at night I would show off my shimmering jewelry,

But one day I would glance down at the Earth and remember,
Remember the horrors and nightmares of the world below,
Remember the reasons I left the Earth in the first place,
And I would let out a thundering battle cry.

My anger would spread to my army of clouds, darkening them,
They would start to pelt the earth with watery bullets,
Joining in on my furious screaming,
And they would surround me, my gray armor.

I would throw all my frustration at
the World,
My huge electric fist connecting with Earth's face,
I would start kicking over trees, smashing everything in sight,
My true power revealed.

I would continue on my rampage, not pausing,
Scooping up the sea, and throwing it against the beach,
Stealing huge objects with my twirling wind of power,
Then I would stop, anger replaced with sadness.

My storm of fury would clear, and a mist of color would appear,
And I would choose to return to Earth, on this pathway,
And give the true sky her position back,
So maybe it would be better to just stay on the ground.

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Proud Papa said...
on Dec. 16 2011 at 8:51 pm
Far far, there's this little girl
She was praying for something to happen to her
Everyday she writes words and more words
Just to speak out the thoughts that keep floating inside.
And she's strong when the dreams come cos' they
Take her, cover her, they are all of her.
The reality looks far now, but don't go

How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside
How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside

"We are proud of the beautiful mess inside of you baby, keep on making us proud"

crispycris said...
on Jun. 7 2011 at 11:26 am
Riveting! The violence of your description of the natural order entices the interest the reader, only to be won over by the seamless transition to its beauty. You have captured the essence of the relationship of man vs. nature and tie it all together at the end with how it is best that we keep our distance from nature.  The turmoil and conflict of nature is not unlike those relationships we experience in our day to day lives. But as with nature, we too have times of peace, and on goes the cycle. Very nice.

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