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I miss the soft chirps (a haiku)
The day is quiet
The forest is lonely, cold
When will the birds wake? -
A Beautiful Tree for a Desperate Town
It was a cool fall morning and the leaves on trees glistened gold. The wind gently touched my hair, neatly braided behind my back, and tied with my best blue ribbon. -
How much we have changed
Whispers of the wind
glow of the sun
my branches have begun to fall
my trunk has started to creak
the land has changed
the soil in which I am rooted
has held here for decades to come and go -
Nature
Nature has its own thoughts
feelings
words
I understand them as if they were my own
swirling colors in my mind
each one saying something new
telling something different
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Palace of Love And Laughter
I open my eyes to rose petals
their scent wafting into the air
like gold droplets shooting to the sun
being carried through the air on a soft breeze
to a palace of heaven
built by love and laughter -
Fresh Snowfall
The mountaintop glittered
Work of a fresh snowfall
With more flakes to come
Foxes run through the thick forest
Leaving petite marks as they go
Saying "Foxy was here"
Puffy chunks of snow
Fall from limp trees
Loves
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I Wish I Was As Beautiful As The Ocean
On a rocky cliff
where the grass sways in the wind
and the sky never seems to end,
there lies a silent house
where a silent woman lives.
She does not need to speak;
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My ex
I will admit I loved him
All his flaws disappeared
The weird way he grinned
His work-worn hands
The smell of sawdust and woods
In every particle of skin
He was the only thing I could think of
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musings on boys (collection)
I hate that you have some sort of power over me
Not the love of your life
Not even sure you call me a friend
You have me crying every night
Wondering what I should change
Would you love me
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happy people
i hold my breath
count to 20
maybe if i pretend nothing is wrong
the tears won't fall
i squeeze my body small
maybe if i get tiny
no one will see me break apart
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Our Purpose
We waste our lives
Searching
For our reason
Of existence
Never realizingThere isn’t one
We’re all just living
