I am Morpheus, watching spring’s metamorphosis.
It’s torture to see from the peephole of my chrysalis.
No time has passed in my sandless hourglass.
What else can I do but mock the bugs in the grass?
The grasshopper pounces, frisks and flounces
With a sassy wiggle in all his bounces.
He’s a spitter, when he takes on a crass role.
In truth, he’s really a bit of an asshole.
The Bumblebee, loud in his bumbling way,
Beatboxes about, disturbing my day.
It’s “black and yellow” this, and “black and yellow” that.
I wish it was him the grasshopper spat at!
The ant, he must have quite the six-pack!
By bustling, building, breaking his back,
power-lifting, and moving boulders,
carrying the world’s weight on his shoulders.
The ladybug, she isn’t ladylike at all,
Flashing her bright red polka-dot shawl,
Leaving clusters of eggs where she roams.
Ladybug, ladybug, just fly away home.
I wish the bugs would just bug off,
But the pretty in me has just turned on.
I can feel myself changing from inside.
My moment, finally, has arrived.
Watch me as my wings unfurl,
As I burst into the world.
My hourglass has split into two.
Look out, Spring, I’m coming for you!
I meant to write this days ago woops So @ask-sadisticdark wrote a poem a bit ago and I wanted to try so here:
The room turn black and starts to spin I can only stare back as it all begins I hear a sound, an echo, a scream I see the blue, the red, A DREAM! I must be insane, This cannot be A darkened figure stands before me The sounds, they dance and torment my ears “I’ve waited a long time, and now you’re here” It gets harder to listen, but harder to quit my heartbeat is racing, it’s having a fit I feel afraid because you will do me harm And yet captivated because of your charm A mix of emotions I don’t understand As you straighten your tie and clasp your hands “Pick a choice of four” but no real option appears The only choice I have is a date with fear
How does a servant, menial, grown for her congenial assistance, existent by necessity, yet in her Homeworld’s eyes a mere accessory, appendage to a Gem who shouldn’t think of her as thinking, go on to challenge armies without blinking?