Last week I wrote two poems so I decided I will share them with you today along with a couple of my favorite autumn themed poems! Out of it we Make We are all a part, A part of this corrupted world Filled with solitude and pain. Yet, we are able to improve it, yes, with art And books, and beauty. My finger is curled, Tight, around what is left, as I examine the stain, The stain left by war and blood and I start to dart, I dart away then realize, yes, we may be hurled Into this ugly world with nothing worthy to gain Yet still, out of it, we make art. We, humans, create it Without even realizing, we create We can not quit We understand our fate We won't still, won't sit Not until every color is laid, every syllable straight -a.f.m- (I don't have a title for this one yet, comment your suggestions below!) I can imagine how, The world shivers and quakes From the billions of people set upon it now But not, exactly, from their weight. ...