jpgk - Hello Poetry

The trees look sad and wilted over. Broken and mangled. Awkward and bent. Droopy and still. Some try to stand tall, others fall. The weight is too great to bare for some and pieces crack, brake and fall off around them like flowers placed around a grave, forever encased in a sparkly crystal coffin. When the weak ones fall, with anger they drag down the other trees, shrubs and branches and leave a path of destruction around and behind them. The rest of the trees pitty the poor little houses that by fate and misfortune lay in their way, being crushed under the weight of the weaker ones. When the snow clears and the ice melts away, will they ever stand as tall as they did again? Maybe. Maybe not. Nobody will know until the storm has passed and settled and spring has rounded the corner. Most will continue to bloom beautifully. Others will remain in the misshapen, broken state that winter left them in. Over time, prettier and stronger trees will grow around the broken and weak and cover them until they aren't noticeable anymore. Leaving the forest looking pretty; from the outside. But inside, it is hurting and crying out for mercy.

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Mar 25, 2016

Mar 25, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC

The Trees Weap

The trees look sad and wilted over. Broken and mangled. Awkward and bent. Droopy and still. Some try to stand tall, others fall. The weight is too great to bare for some and pieces crack, brake and fall off around them like flowers placed around a grave, forever encased in a sparkly crystal coffin. When the weak ones fall, with anger they drag down the other trees, shrubs and branches and leave a path of destruction around and behind them. The rest of the trees pitty the poor little houses that by fate and misfortune lay in their way, being crushed under the weight of the weaker ones. When the snow clears and the ice melts away, will they ever stand as tall as they did again? Maybe. Maybe not. Nobody will know until the storm has passed and settled and spring has rounded the corner. Most will continue to bloom beautifully. Others will remain in the misshapen, broken state that winter left them in. Over time, prettier and stronger trees will grow around the broken and weak and cover them until they aren't noticeable anymore. Leaving the forest looking pretty; from the outside. But inside, it is hurting and crying out for mercy.

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The thought of this is too heavy. It weighs on my brain. It washes out my eyes. It dances along the tight rope that is my shoulders. It tips and sways and lingers on my finger tips and my bones and leaves space where there is damp darkness. It drains the pink in my cheeks and replaces it with a heavy hollow.

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC

don't ask me- I don't know

The thought of this is too heavy. It weighs on my brain. It washes out my eyes. It dances along the tight rope that is my shoulders. It tips and sways and lingers on my finger tips and my bones and leaves space where there is damp darkness. It drains the pink in my cheeks and replaces it with a heavy hollow.

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Sometime in the winter you'll lie to yourself and say you'll do all the things you didn't do last year. The nice thing is that you know one thing will stay consistent from year to year- you'll say the same thing next year.

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC

sometime in winter

Sometime in the winter you'll lie to yourself and say you'll do all the things you didn't do last year. The nice thing is that you know one thing will stay consistent from year to year- you'll say the same thing next year.

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If you open up too much, people can fall in and hurt themselves.

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Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC

a crack in the pavement can become a hole