When i was younger, writing poetry was something i enjoyed. It was my way of escaping whatever hardships my young life had to offer. As a new day quickly became yesterday, i felt the need to write a summation of my emotion for that slowly fading day. So today, i start with this.......


The Grass,

Within you, they say i am supposed to be dead.
No life that stirs from within me when i am within you.
But within the sweet smelling Grass of everyday is where i long to be.
Even if it meant being trapped within your Love forever, never again to see the light of day.
Please dont be so quick to assume, for this is by no means a want for death. I enjoy the beauty of life.
A life that allows me and that oh so beautiful Grass.
Protected by a white picket fence with NO room between the wood to take a glance at YOUR Grass.
I have no desire to roll around in YOUR Grass. It's just not good enough
What makes the Grass i speak of so special you might ask? Well let me tell you....
I adore the fact that Its a very small part of a very beautiful world

The way i am held up like a queen by It, when i ly down to stare up at the stars above It.
How i am able to see the core of the earth through It.
With every new emotion, i am able to read It.
When It's at Its best the sun hits the Love pit in a way that captures all of Its best features. It's truly beautiful.
When the weather is bad and you're not feeling so green, you turn into a brownish and ruggish lawn.
When the world becomes cold and people walk all over you, you are cold to the core.
I am there to warm you and console you.
No matter how cold you may get, or how brown you may turn I AM HERE!
To laugh and cry with you my sweet smelling lawn is where i long to be.
For within your Love i am my happiest.
I have no desire to be within anyone else's Grass but yours.
I am comfortable, even with your itch on my skin, i am comfortable.
I am relaxing and realizing that the Grass that im standing in, is already GREENER than, any other lawn, tree, green apple or pear could ever be.
Ya see that was for me to see. You see?
And now i find a home within your hard,cold, ruggish, brown,warm, sweet smelling Grass pit of Love.



* Hope the poem was enjoyable
      love, Kasidilla.