The World According to Tyanna

The world is not black nor white nor grey It is not a skin colour nor accent Not a religion, language, or your country. The world is full of people Expression through movement and words Yes, it is done or said. People must love. The world is love, compassion, leadership, hope, war, desperation, and grief. All natural.  All vacant.  All permeate. These orders in the world shall never change. They grow and blossom.  Expand. Things are added and manipulated. It has its reasons, we have our reasons. We are who we are.  The dominate species. We are helium, and star dust. Compressed into a hard ball of rock. We do not shine in our solar system or glisten like the hard frozen ice planets. We are rock. A rock that learned to grow. We are changing. The world is not black nor white nor grey It is not a skin colour nor accent Not a religion, language, or your country. It is experience, change, and challenge. We breathe love, compassion, leadership, ho...

Alright so a couple weeks ago I had a request to begin to post poetry.  Now I am no poet.  I never will be.  I never thought of posting poems until I got this request on Twitter (@wldaccd2tyanna).  Shout out to her because she was my very first request. As some of you might have noticed haven't been very active, and that I blame on my teachers because I would really like to have marks above the 80's and well 2 of those classes weren't where I wanted them, so I cut out the most unnecessary part of it, which had to be my blog and my social life. First poem I'm going to post: For My Old King Of The Sea For My Old King of the sea we present thee a goddess For thee, she is smart, talented, beautiful and amazing. She's a poet when she breathes and only a goddess because she has you. My Old King of the Sea a blue eyed king of water. Skin soft, emotions like waves, madding, and calming, crashing against the shore Watching them kiss causes me to make volc...