Ambrose-Delano

A voiceless boy with ginger hair Views his world so transparently, Air Continues to blow into his bespeckled Face just to enjoy this sensation, So cool and warm from the sun. People rush pass him, distracted by The noises life brings to them, Work, school, technology Still rings in their busy, busy heads, But still he enjoys his walk. He sits on the bench by his lonesome With no words he can speak aloud But he sees more than others ever could And say more with the simplest hand gestures And that does not hinder him from communicating. So much color in this world and even subtle Beginnings of the green and newness of Spring Wi

We are born the same And look the same too. Outside we are not, But inside we do. Crimson and snow white Make up everyone. Strip the skin from us And we would be bare. Putting the coat on Would keep us safe. Some people notice, While others don't care. Different makes us But it divides us. Morpheus sent a Man "a dream" to see. He saw many bare And he didn't mind. The sight ended his life Which wasn't too kind. Others saw his dream and more saw it too. Children don't notice The coats we wear. But they still play with Others and have fun. We all wear a coat And ride the same boat Across the sa

Who are you? It is just another question that simply asks For the identity of the other person. I've been asked that one too many times, Which causes me to wonder if I was really there. I decided to look up an old acquaintance from the past online and recalled many fond memories with this person especially. I thought we could continue our friendship where we left off, so I greeted my old acquaintance with a simple "hello" and "how are you" and sent it via e-mail. The response was unexpected... "Who are you?" My existence was constantly questioned by this progressively Annoying question inquired towards me. I wasn't sure