Broken Pencils

HAIKU By: Oliver Whispering forest, Leaves dance on the gentle breeze  Earth’s tranquil embrace

EMOTION POETRY By: Oliver Happiness Similar in color to rays from the sun on a grassy field It happens when you’re around people you enjoy, doing things you enjoy It sounds like a choir singing softly, but with devotion Smells like fresh baked bread wafting from the kitchen Happiness. Hatred It smells like stale air  Tastes like copper and iron  Sounds like a scream of rage from the very depths of one's soul It feels like being engulfed flames you cannot control It looks like a hulking demon born to destroy Hatred is inevitable and chaotic.