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In dusk-lit fields where shadows lean,
The sunflowers bow, a sullen scene
Their golden heads in somber trance,
Charmed by the storm’s relentless dance.

They wear the rain like cloaks of night,
A lover’s touch both fierce and slight.
They ache beneath the tempest’s breath,
Bound to a beauty carved by death.

Roots entangled, darkly tied,
They crave the storm yet long to hide.
Bending close yet standing tall,
Bruised by the rain but enthralled by the fall.

When morning breaks, they tilt toward dawn,
But hold the night in petals drawn.
They shine by scars no sun can see
A love that’s forged in agony.
I'm like a tree in winter,
only, a subtle difference;
they sleep through the cold.

I'm like a tree in winter,
although, all seasons,
make my insides rot.

See, the thing is,
my trunk is freezer burnt,
I've stopped growing,
branches are falling off,

I’m a dying tree

in a forest

blooming with

creativity.
Written in 2021.
No one would notice
Even if they tried to focus

Everyday I would put on a smile
But in reality, I’d be in my room crying for quite a while

No one could even tell
I guess I masked it so well

I never really enjoyed my life
All I ever wanted was someone to call my wife

But I knew that day would never come
It left my heart feeling ever so numb

All was feeling the same one day
My heart and mind left stray

That was until I saw you
The very moment I knew love was true
This goes out to the love of my life, I love you so much.
It's a wonderful thing to love,
And to be loved,

But how terrible it can be,
To love,
And to be loved.
(c)barker
I would say that I'm just treading water
But i enjoy swimming and this
Is so much worse
that’s just it?
isn’t it.

the little patter of rain
half eaten sandwich
and awkward angles
Squished between all the I love yous
and miss yous

hoping when you say ‘come round again!’
they get the chance to
We never go too far apart,
We're never too far from love.
Whether I'm across the country,
Or you're right next to me,
We're never too far to love.
When we grow old,
It's my heart that will drag me out of bed,
Chasing after you.
I don't want to be away from you
What shadow am I,
Lurking on this page,
This blocked out feeling,
I need to go away.

I don't read,
I don't write,
Cut at my roots,
Neither ink or water comes through.
Some years echo,
Golden songs of prosperity,
Others trickle through.
Black liquor seas,
There's blood on these bricks,
So much happened before 1776.
Soon, we may have to light the fire again, but today, we celebrate what we've won.
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