The moon is like a glowing pearl in the dark depths of the ocean.
It's a shiny silver screw being screwed into a sheet of black steel.
It's brighter than a golf ball dropped in a glitter jar.
It's a white, crsytallized banana, in a dark fruit bowl.
It is a white ball porked by porky pines. Leaving huge holes like meteors do.
It's sometimes a creamy, yellow cresent in the corcra sky. That I love looking at.
The moon is a thing I measure to the beauty of life's treasures.
I love the moon.
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My Poems, My Life, My Chaos...
PoetryThese are just poems that I've written since the age of thirteen, =) Most of are freeverse or song poems, and some I may have forced to rhyme. * smiles sheepishly*
