Captured Moment

Darkness fades as the moon drops

Light shining through the mountaintops.

Silence settles in my soul

Beauty of the world making me feel whole.

The untouched powder glistening

The wind quietly whispering.

Crisp air brushing my skin

Breathing deeply as I take it all in.

Life keeps ticking as times burning

The World forever keeps turning.

This moment will come and go

A picturesque to bestow.

Closing my eyes briefly

My inner thoughts drifting freely.

Calmness washing over me

As I find peace in Tennessee.

By: A.Stuebbe

Fields of Green

Blades of green swaying gracefully

The wind fluting dreamy melodies

White plumes floating up high

Birds chirping sweet lullabies

Rays of yellow making everything vibrant

Emotions filling with excitement

Greedily inhaling the open air

The fresh earthy scent is everywhere

The landscape so lush and serene

Disbelief as to how much of the world is unseen

Laying back to soak up the beams of the sun

Wishing time would stop, this feeling has me undone

By: A.Stuebbe

Fear

Sitting here

The doubts fester and surface with fear

Fear she lost herself

Desires shoved up on a tattered shelf

Struggling, lost in the abyss

No one to save her, she’s been dismissed

The tears are casted aside, ignored

She fears no one truly cares anymore

How did she get here?

She’s lost and who she is just disappeared

The love for her has waned

His passion seems restrained

She wants to feel worth it

Her body to be worshipped

To show the desire

Rekindle the love that burned like fire

But there are parts of her he hates

The hurt sinks her heart with grievous weights

They’re change has caught up with reality

Praying to find herself and heat their love to a new degree

By: A.Stuebbe

Echo In The Woods

HEYY! Can you hear me? Is anyone there?

Everyday feels like an endless nightmare

Shadows cast around and leaves fall down

The breeze whirling them all around

Tall oak trees are scattered about

Resembling people all throughout

What’s the difference between the woods and the city?

Here in solitude, there are no eyes with pity

I shout and shout until my lungs strain for air

Hoping, wishing I might be heard somewhere

People ignore my desperate pleas

At least here in the woods, the echoes shout back at me

By: A.Stuebbe