*A poem that I wrote 10 years ago. Also the image is mine, taken this year.
Cowards are those with nothing beautiful to share
except the scent in the air
that represents something
running our life in the ocean
despite this great notion
that we are all one
sitting inside a small sun
that’s void of emotion,
exploding
inside of our hearts,
thinking how life really starts
without a beginning
and without our proud sinning
which makes us real hard
apart
from the fact that we gasp
as we run real, real fast
on our toes
and come to respect all our lows
in the past
fast
and curt when we learn
from this yearning inside of our mind
that we tend to remind
ourself in concern
firmly, but curtly like a flower
since we’ve only the power to blurt
all that works
like when we say in these hours,
“Cowards are those with nothing beautiful to share.”
Mavthewriter 