White Sheepfarmer's caring handsWhite Sheep9 months ago in Team Sheep More Like This
no sooner were lambs birthed white
than ewe lay stained red
A white sheep in a herd of brownWho am I.A white sheep in a herd of brown10 months ago in Team Sheep More Like This
What am I.
I'm something of life,
one consisting of all elements.
A being of Akasha.
I am a sheep.
I follow the crowd,
I desire to follow the crowd.
To be unnoticed among the rest,
but is that true.
I am an individual, just as well.
I stick out like a blooming flower would
surrounded by a desert wasteland,
I could never fit in.
I know that isn't what I want.
But deep down maybe it is.
Or maybe it is,
to put it more bluntly,
what I need.
But I can't change who I am.
A white sheep in a herd of brown.
Team Sheep Haiku + PoemI am but a sheepTeam Sheep Haiku + Poem10 months ago in Team Sheep More Like This
in a sea of restless beasts,
We, the sheep, are intelligent, artistic, gentle, kind, cultured, and sensitive.
However, the sensitivity is both are strength and a weakness - it is our curse. We get very insecure, very easily, especially when in big crowds.
A lonely sheep in a sea of many restless beasts will become reclusive as the spiders in old homes, hiding in dark corners in hopes of turning invisible to the naked eye. It is our only way of defending ourselves against the evil that is known as society.
As they say, "but a sheep in a sea of restless beasts, and as insecure as a child sent to school f
The Red Sheep The Red SheepThe Red Sheep10 months ago in Team Sheep More Like This
The Red Sheep is kind
She wanders the world, searching for those that are hurting
Gentle words are her medicine
A comforting hug, her surgery
The little girl is scared
She runs from home, searching for a way to die
Mean words are her poison
A vicious slap, her torture
The Red Sheep is gentle
She comforts the girl, searching for a solution to her problem
Magical words are her feathers
A beautiful story, her wings
The little girl is returning
She soars over villages, searching for her home
Unbelievable words are her solution
A feathered back, her freedom
The Red Sheep is kind
She wanders the world, searching for