lonelynature

lonelynature

NH

16 years old

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  • shades

    The tree stands tall,

    The leaves an acid, disgusting, green

    The trunk a rotting, putrid brown.

    The trees were once something to smile at,

    In a time forgotten long ago,

  • history

    My history is written,

    Enclosed in the minds on those who knew me,

    Twisted and fractured.

    Changed by time and perspective,

    Stored in the records of the country,

  • in my head

    Silence, loud, deafening silence. I can’t look her in the eyes, but I can’t rip mine away, so I stare. It’s not awkward or anything, I mean she’s staring too.

Loves

  • speechless

    Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

    no meaning attached.

    But because they need to,

    not necessarily because

    they want to be revealed.

    It's as if my pen

    has control over me,

    writing whatever comes

  • relatable silence

    It's that time of year again

    where some "news" are formed

    and some "olds" are forgotten.

    The faces of friends

    become familiar again,

    while last year's math formulas

    do not.

    We come together

  • Trees Talk

    The trees talk,

    you know?

     

    They talk and if you listened

    you would know,

    they whisper

    like kindergarteners

    who can't stand straight in lines

    but they can jump straight