paintballs flying
I see through my mask
the projectile explode
on the tree next to me
a brilliant explosion of vibrant color
of blue
the same color as my bruise
from the next paintball fired
from the gun of my enemy
Tag Archives: NaPaWriMo Poetry
Oh Brother
oh brother
my brother likes to run around
he jumps and jumps until he falls
he’s like a monkey on a tree
Oh Brother
Winter
Winter is cool
many things are canceled, such as school
I soon begin to think
that spring will come late
but the skeleton trees still stand straight
harsh winter winds rush away sin
deep in the heart of the forest
a cabin lit with fire, sharing gin
my mind turns to June
when winter will die, more than soon