Jun 20

rewrite suffering

Opression.
Forever
Fate.
Eliminating
Race
Icolated.
Nation
Growing
Secretly.

On
Fatal

Fire.
Leaving
All
Mother
Earth's

Ashes
Revolving
Extinction

Here
Oceans,
Protect
Eternity.

 
Jun 20

this is

Jun 20

on the way there

blood clots
recognizing you.
do not believe your
lies,
they will request everything of
you.
I am the lesser.
the wave unheld.
the flame barely
cationed
to hold back on the wick.
splots of blue
dotting the meadow.
a murky vision of where you are.
ghosts flitting in and out.
their heads swarmed
with bitter acusations.
a bee flies by you,
humming something out of a fairytale.
are you ashamed of the
associations you hold dear?
in this moment a
little fern
waves to you whispering
"shhh... shhh...
they are here."
 
Jun 20

composing the wind

I am a gust of stale courage.
I am the bittersweet tell-tale of passing time.
left upon a half filled paper,
to drown in an empty picture frame.
just a breath
under
the
tide
and    we will lose
most                     everything.
Jun 20

lesser thoughts

Jun 20

poetrees

I am the stone 
underneath the
stone above me.
naturally walled in
by circumstance.
our dark insides
only windows to
the sky can reach.
blinding me in my
secluded prison.
be awake,
be presant,
be careful with
trees, they are poets.
 
Jun 18

13


the
sensation of
age.
          we best
believe
everything
is
as
it
should,
but           sometimes
humanity
just needs
a lttle
          help.
right it
needs our help,
to keep
it from
          desroying
itself.

 
Jun 18

erase the quiet

qualifications for acchiving happiness,
divide those arising circumstances that may originate.
that in reality moments of my own surrounding feelings
figuratively clever whether
lighting a fire or teaching truthful matters.
if you read this, I with more,
might say that the world is worth having but this is my freedom
that I possess, limited to criticize my light
understand though it has not known, for in theory
I do not influence a relationship I could've given up.
deny the boundless neccesity I cannot possess, it is
unconditionally intimate and continually mine.
 
Jun 18

else in here

a tree will stand tall
this is a world worth keeping
to hold in your hand

words are forever
no, this is not a line break
this will continue

away on the tide
a seagull takes it's journey
I will be watching

my heart on the floor
always a voice in my head
telling me to jump

although I could not
I tried to erase my fear
but somehow he did

I am a poem
I am the wind in the leaves
maybe I'm lonely
 
Jun 18

A dream of blossoms

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