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I *** outside
When no one's around
I *** outside
Right there on the ground
I *** outside
Near my favorite tree
I *** outside

That is where ***
Is meant to be.

Let's not waste so much water
On something like *****
We waste way too much water
Of this I am certan
Go out to your yard
Hang a privacy curtain
If we keep wasting water

Our world
Will keep hurtin'

-Mitch Paradeis
they say "home is wherever I am
with you"

"home" is a building on a street that shelters you
but home is the planet we step on
our home is losing parts of itself that it will never get back
our home is sick
it's under the weather with climate change, global warming, air pollution
today, we appreciate our world
everyday, we should appreciate our world
save your home,
save our home.
I wanted to write about Earth bc I love it and want it to be happy and healthy. sorry it's sloppy!
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Mike Essig
The Earth only gets one day?
Seems a bit odd. I mean,
where else do you plan to live?
    ~mce
Organization and structure,
the balance of chaos and fear,
The confident sight full of luster,
The glow in the skies and the seas of the year.

waves and valleys combine their forces,
paint the world with shocks and tremors,
Clouds absorb the moving torches,
Lights and sounds that I remember.

The world I knew was once a kingdom,
riches treasures and monies abound,
Now the forces dissipate.... and I am all that I have found,

Lost Atlantis perfect love,
Feelings, colors, lights above...
Darkness covers all I know,
And I am only lonely...

Huh.
limerick or something similar. not perfect though.
Synchronicity Seldom Resumes,
Broken Jagged Sharp Edges Ruins.

Mix in to sorrow or anger decline,
Tarp over bronze over branches and twine.
poem. sort of.
 Apr 2015 Brittle Bird
Grizzo
Too little,
The rabbit,
Bukowski,

counted,
scheduled,
realized

that the clock
is unkind
and fate
unkinder,

In college
I went home
regularly

but the work week
doesn't have winter
or summer break,

and this town
isn't home yet
but it's the closest
thing to it,

Nights like
this I smoke
cigarettes on
my porch,

think about
what being a good son
is,

think about the nights
I didn't show up
for dinner when my dad
got home from his
forty hour weeks,

but it's all the times
I was there that bother
me the most.
NaPoWriMo #21 No prompt
i pack my life
the past 8 years
into boxes
and into a car
and as i drive off
i realize how
little and insignificant
you are in these years
and yet,
you were the most important memory.
We moved and everything reminded me of you.
its funny
i've always told myself
weakness is tears
and emotions
that threaten to show
your true self to the world

but i've slowly learned
it's not just those things
my weaknesses are so much more
they are things like bad days
things like bad moments
things like good days
and good moments

my biggest weakness
i've discovered
is you

you have complete influence
over me
and you don't know it
you are my first waking thought
and my last conscious thought
my dreams revolve around you

i know no greater weakness
than my love for you.

-r.y.s
I hate feeling weak.
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