I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia. From the bible on none of the above.

So... there's nothing really to talk about today. So, I'm gonna post two of my poems that I wrote yesterday and today.

Winter:

The snow swirling through the sky

White dots speckling a window

Blanketing the sky

The gentle gusts of wind

Billows out the blanket

Sparkles acting like a glove

Forming around the wind

It's winter again

Yet with all this,

With everything in excess,

I find myself

Looking for something more

The cold creeping in

Slipping through the cracks

Seeping through even

Your warmest of coats

Cold enough to turn your face

A bright cherry red

It's winter again

Yet with all this,

With everything in excess,

I find myself

Looking for something more

The flurry of activity

Brings children from their houses

Spending afternoons decorating their lawns

The parents rushing hurriedly

From store to store

Slumping under the weight of their purchases

It's winter again

Yet with all this,

With everything in excess,

I find myself

Looking for something more

Looking for something more,

I find myself

Looking for something more.

ah, so i only ended up post one poem...