My real style of writing.

*After this, my newer, truer poems come in.
-Em

Truth.

What can I say,
Is this the time today?
Moment of lies, which we do not realise,
Letting the truth tick away.

Tomorrow is not promised.

Yesterday was a moment of today,
Tomorrow a moment of forever,
That was when I cradled time in my hands,
Now every minute and second is treasured.

My Clouds.

My thoughts are the clouds,
Floating in a clear sky of blue..
With planes and objects flying through,
Disturbing the peace, making it untrue...
The pollution, the haze, covering the lower view,
No way of clearing it away,
Slowly my clouds float away.