Poems from jamielynnsprinkle
It is silly how we are easily angry
yet slow to forgive.
Yes indeed, it is silly.
Silence is so loud,
A roaring lion coud not compare.
It burns through your mind
and demands you to hear.
a Tree
falls the way it leans,
leans the way it grows,
and grows the direction of sunlight.
We grow the way We are planted.
Trees are not...
When something beautiful is destroyed,
It grows back twisted and ugly.
You will find it hiding from the sun in fear,
that it will grow...
Never regret
What you cannot forget.
For a reason there must be.
But what you forget,
You cannot regret,
And to be oblivious is to be free...