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Feb 12 hsn

Eve

Feb 12 hsn

Germaine

Eve

Do you mourn the tree of the apple?

Will you bury the vines of the grape?

With every seed you eat,
Will you remember the mother's mistake?

Dug deep are the roots.

Of the old childless Eden.

But there are no sugars left,

For your miscarried fruits.

Do you water the dead plants?

Will you bury the mulberry bush?

With every pome you swallow
Will you remember that fateful push?

Feb 10 hsn

morning serenity

Feb 10 hsn

Emma

morning serenity

swan glides through the mist,

rippling glass of tranquil lakes,

nature's breath in peace.

St Paul's feast day today we get a public holiday ❣️

Jan 30 hsn

rain makes the green grow

Jan 30 hsn

nivek

rain makes the green grow

living with death in your spectrum
balances the mind and heart-
where rainbows never fail to delight
and rain makes the green grow.

Jan 15 hsn

Wanderers

Jan 15 hsn

Liana

Wanderers

I do not
Fit into any of the groups

I am a color not found on the puzzle
Or maybe visible by the human eye

But I am constantly on the watch
For other wanderers

School has very distinct groups, none of which I fit in to. I try to find others who don't fit--no luck so far.

(This note was written by a caterpillar that went to the store to buy some candy but the realized that he could go skydiving instead. When he did that he died because he decided that no parachute could tell him what to do. The end.)

Jan 14 hsn

"Grown ups"

Jan 14 hsn

Liana

"Grown ups"

I called them "grown ups"
Until I was old enough to realize
That some of them didn't grow up

From my experience
Mostly for bad
But sometimes for good

My dad never grew up from that toddler stage of the world revolving around him, throwing tantrums, and not being able to care for others. :D

Also, I am very pro keep your inner child alive, so don't get the wrong idea. That's what I meant by for good.

(This note was written by a wrench with a cool-mint stench. It's favorite place was a bench.)

Jan 14 hsn

Broken breaks

Jan 14 hsn

Liana

Broken breaks

Broken glass
Breaks skin

Now it's bleeding

I don't know if it makes sense, but I mean broken people break others. Not an excuse though.

(This note was written by a tree that swam in the sea)

Jan 14 hsn

birds

Jan 14 hsn

amelie

birds

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i hate winter
and the cold weather always seems to get to me
i would love to migrate somewhere warmer
somewhere my seasonal depression would never eat at me

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i always flee from things
and leave things that are good for me
i would love to be able to run away from my problems
run away from people that love me and never look back

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i long for family
and raising kids
i would love to make a family that is better than the one i grew up in
to make a home full of love

i think i was supposed to be a bird
the way i wish i was a part of a flock
and have people to count on
i would love to have a group that always gets along
always there for each other

i wish i was bird

i saw a huge flock of birds migrating today and it made me realize how interesting they are and how badly i want to be one

#birds #seasonaldepression #winter #selfsabotage #family

Jan 13 hsn

Growth

Jan 13 hsn

Germaine

Growth

Within my fallen body,
Roots will thrive.

And in them, I am alive.

As old as my arms reach,
They will bare the fruit of all that has come before me.

I shall feed to the next generation of disciples,
The sugars that are born from this forgotten language.

And there we will all rise,
as we flow back down the river line.

This unfortunately was brought on and inspired by a Kanye song

#trees