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I am of the wild

I am thunder, and rain, and absolute chaos

I was raised to run with wolves

And I will not be rearranged by the hands of man

I am a butterfly flitting across your nose

Hair of vine, of wind, of water

Unbound by gravity, melting into the golds and greens of the forest

I tear down homes with my hurricane

I rage like wildfire

Bathing and dancing in the moonlight

I lift up my chin, calling out to the nature around me

I protect the things the rest of the world forgot

Snails and slugs and broken flowers

My eyes hold the moon and stars

They twinkle with madness

I am an oak tree

Branches and roots tangle between the feet of men

I am the wind slipping through the world

Undetected leaving my mark if you know where to look

I knew what I was doing when

I invited the wild in
I see the faces you make
Sharing the fate of the hands that you shake
and ohh....
I think you look great
With a bug on your thumb, all alone in the shade

Swimming through seasons along comes the wave
the wind blew me over then left me alone
A golden light passed me, dripped watery wonder
The magic of all as I dance out my slumber
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"I hate how I became your puppet, but then again, I tied the strings myself."
#t.l.
 Mar 2019 BlackAndWhiteStars
Evie
i write lots of poems
                          most mediocre
whatever is inside my head
                                    flows through my fingers
into the keyboard
                      i spill my thoughts into the world
for others to see
                its amazing really
and beautiful
              to experience everyone
                        
                               ­            through their poetry
yall are incredible and it hurts my heart because you all deserve the world
 Mar 2019 BlackAndWhiteStars
ty
i sit in the dark
alone with my blanket
until my dad
tells me to leave it
we drive down the road
that dusts our car
and drive until we see the stars

we stop at some places
and pick up some things
like coffee and donuts
and my grandmas old rings

driving like this
on days like these
make me feel happy
haha, geese
haha geese
 Mar 2019 BlackAndWhiteStars
ty
i'm feeling dead
my heart's full of dread
my body aches
my hands shake
my mind's numb
i'll just keep chewing my gum
to stay attached
to this world that's come
and torn me apart
just how i'm feeling i guess.

p.s please critique i'm bad at poetry and i'd love your feedback
i look down at myself
eyes bigger than my stomach
still i feel disgusting
in this skin

seven years of torture
almost will be eight
will i let these
disgusting thoughts win

i think about the time
when my thighs were pure
not a scar or stretch mark
on the skin

now i look at them and
things have really changed
you can tell
ive been suffering again

but why does my worth
have to come from
the percent of perfection
of my skin

why does my worth
have to come from
only the body
that i’m in
it doesn’t
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