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Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
ImpliedLines Aug 21
She's been given a path that is all but manageable
This is given with a smile and a suffocating responsibility

She does her best,
To Give,
To Listen,
To Be Who They Expect.

But what if its not enough
What will happen if she chooses the illicit path

Do the rewards out way the losses?

Will the love being sought after come from enduring hardship
Or rather through adversity?

She must be absent from her mind,
To even question the 'life' GIVEN to her.

How ungrateful she must be to question this broken and distorted guidance.

My guardians are not as wise as I was made to believe.

So how do I function with the apprehension of my selfish actions.

I can not stay true to myself for the fear of hurting others.

But I can not keep living with the disquiet in my heart.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
  Aug 19 ImpliedLines
dichotomous
she was so beautiful
so i plucked her from her bed,
denied her a glass of water,
and suffocated her between
two encyclopedias
so she could stay
that way
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ImpliedLines Dec 2019
I think of you day and night.
I dream of you.
And yet I cant see a future with us together.

I want you,
But why?
You've never given me a reason too
And yet I want you.

I could mean nothing to you;
or everything.
And you would never show it.

Your like no one I've ever known
But that shouldn't make the difference.

I cant find a reason to let go.
Nor can I find one to hold on.

So here  I sit between sanity and sadness
unable to pick a path
So here I pick indifference.

Ill forget my obsessions
And busy myself with nothings.

And Ill find joy
And cherish our few memories.
Here's to the kids
getting high off music
and drunk off books

Sometimes, these good drugs
are the only things keeping
them alive.
Drugs ain't good either way :p just all in your head
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