i love the feeling
of blood rushing out of my feet

it reminds me
that I am alive

i feel the blood
pull into my heart

and I remember
that I breathe and I'm alive

I struggle to feel happy
because the worlds so hard

and I sometimes forget
and the movement of blood

makes me feel alive

-r.y.s

snows melting
ground turns to mud
rain pours
flowers sprout

the harsh cold
turns to mild warmth
bitter winds
into light breezes

winter fades
into the spring
the bleak despair
into promising hope

spring into a hopeful view.

-r.y.s

to bring in spring
we lose an hour
of sleep
of life

we celebrate this
and are happy
to lose this hour
to mess up our lives

all because
the bleak cold of winter
is killing us inside.

-r.y.s

i find
that the word ****
is a poetic word.

"*******"
is harsh
rude
and
brash.

"**** me"
is ******
crass
and
not classy.

"**** it"
means a lot,
like ***** these ideas
***** what is thought.

I find
**** it
is a good phrase.
The other two
negative,
one that's positive
sometimes.
**** it,
implys a lot.
And in this case
it implied
forgetting
what the others
thought
and how others
saw
us.

-r.y.s

I want winter
to be over.

It reminds me
of the cold
and bitter
that is my soul.

I need spring
to come again.

To push me
out of the cold
and be happy
unfreeze my soul.

-r.y.s