Popular

Please don’t let me be popular,

or to fit into any set mould.

Popular is quite boring to me,

I’d rather be seen as bold.

I quite like to split opinions,

don’t like me out of the blue.

I’m fine if you agree with me,

but do think a little bit too.

Popular is just too boring,

like bingo as everyone goes.

I won’t join a club to follow,

there is not a ring in my nose.

I’ve always hated pop music,

well at least since I grew up.

I won’t fit into a category,

I’ll drink from the devils cup.

It’s not popular to be popular,

well not in my book anyway.

Popular is just boring you see,

weird at the end of the day.

Weird in that it rounds us up,

placed in those boxes you see.

Rather than being popular,

I’d rather be seen as just me.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

Circle of Life

It could be a circle I’m travelling,

or a long and windy trail.

In such dry and arid conditions,

or wet where I need a sail.

Pulls on every ounce of strength,

such weight I have to bare.

But then I look to the distance,

and I know I’m nearly there.

Such feats I have to contend with,

as I travel along the way.

Those burdens that I carry too,

some go but others may stay.

And what if it is a circle or two,

and I just go round and round.

Maybe that’s just the secret,

of how happiness can be found. 

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

I’m as Focused as I’ll Ever Be..

I’m as focused as I’ll ever be,

but that not much you see.

I’d rather be wondering slowly,

than to move fast from A to B.

I’m not a fan of planning,

I’d rather just do as I please.

To be focused you need to focus,

and it doesn’t appeal to me.

I can concentrate a little,

on the things that I like to do.

Like creating something special,

I might even give it to you.

Focus isn’t a word I like,

it reminds me too much of school.

As if I look to far in front,

I might miss this moments jewel.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Values

We go to war over values,

if they’re wrong or right.

It’s often values that drive us,

they can lead us into a fight.

Values are simply judgements,

that what we love and hate.

We might say we’ll die for it,

such a huge mistake to make.

It might be what we strive for,

or what we feel we must leave.

Neither of these are certain,

simply they’re what we believe.

Values are contextual see,

it can depend who we are.

We might have values one day,

on another they are quite far.

We’ve all got a set of values,

based purely on what we think.

It’s a shock that changes values,

and that might occur in a blink.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Wired to the Universe

I’m wired up to the universe,

with a strong invisible thread.

To hold me while I need it,  

I’m as sure when I’m dead.

Linking me to every moment,

as I’m paying a visit just now.

I came down from the stars,

but I cannot remember how.

I’m connected to all there is,

Spreading all over the place.

I see myself in so many things,

I see too, as I look in your face.

I visit all over the milky way,

as each planet is my home.

While my body rests at night,

in my dreams I love to roam.

I grow in summer meadows,

I hang down from every tree.

As my spirit meets each part,

so I become all things I can see.

I roll in with the tides at night,

cross the mountains on a wing.

I am the grass that covers land,

I am the song the crickets sing.

Yes, my body might deteriorate,

but the thread will always last.

When I am only a pile of ashes,

I’ll be right here, not in the past. 

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

From Another Planet

Am I from another planet,

like something you’ve never seen.

Am I really that peculiar,

like a vision from your dreams.

Am I really that different,

like I just flew down from Mars.

Don’t you ever get out of here,

and drive your big flash cars.

~

I’m really just like everyone else,

I have a big heart like you.

You know I’m a little perturbed,

I’m at a loss of what to do.

I won’t take you in my spaceship

and I certainly won’t go.

All I ask is a little respect,

in that you just might say hello!

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Glorious 

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It could have been a glorious day, 

the weather man said it could be.

A mild and sunny September day, 

was so what I hoped I would see.

It could have been an Indian summer, 

it’s what the papers bragged about.

But I’m picking up my big umbrella, 

when I ever need to venture out.

It could have rained this morning, 

but it waited until I opened the door.

It should have been a glorious day, 

I can’t take this rain anymore.

But come later in the evening, 

the sun popped his head from the sky.

It brought me a little light relief, 

with a glorious and gentle goodbye.

The swans swam out to bask in it, 

leaving the family on the bank.

I suppose for that special moment, 

it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.


~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

Daily Prompt – glorious