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 Jan 2015 Cora Lee
Silver Knight
I speak in behalf of the trees
The voiceless souls who lay dormant upon this wretched plain
I speak in behalf of the animals
Whose homes we destroy everyday for our own personal gain
I see their tears
The ones they conseal underneath their blood drenched skin
I feel their pain
The pain us humans seem to ignore because we are cold hearted  beings
Don't you see what we are doing
Mother nature is screaming in agony as we laugh in her face
She gives us life
In return we give her death
She gives us a home
In return we give her regret
It's a shame really
We should be appalled in ourselves but we are too busy basking in our own glory
Our temporary glory at that
What will we do when mother nature has nothing else to offer us
All because we sapped her dry
Because we are greedy vessels of pure meat
Maybe then we will taste a piece of our own "glory"
What we deserve...
And that is death!
If you would like to see poem by me that are not about nature feel free to visit my other account. Sir Poet
 Jan 2015 Cora Lee
Justina Cufré
She sat in a room all alone,
admiring the stars that laid out in display.
They shone like diamonds on a crystal throne,
still remembering them though they vanished by day.

Since there was only a window and one door,
and since the door was locked by key,
she always wanted to see more
and was never able to leave.

Thinking those stars were the only friends she had,
a tear rolled down her cheek.
She used to speak to them when things were going bad,
yet she never felt strong and remained weak.

Even though she knew that they would never open again,
she sealed her eyes shut as she decided to keep them that way.
Knowing she couldn’t go back every now and then,
her vision grew black and and a dark shade of grey.

Those stars out she listened to were little voices,
directing her, telling her what to do.
For that they had never given her many choices,
but to slash her veins all the way through.

Maybe her room wasn’t a plain room with door quite shut,
or just a room where in the corner, she was curled.
It was her own little place in which she locked herself up,
only to avoid messed-up society and the world.
 Jan 2015 Cora Lee
Life's a Beach
and he is mine

Tentative praying
please let it all work out fine

*everything crossed
 Dec 2014 Cora Lee
CommonStory
Stuck in guilt tattled by perpetual emotion she tries to find her devotion

She looks from face to face
Trying to find her place
While she secretly aches
To drown in his ocean

A runaway slave
Trying to find her grave

He makes the hours
In her head
Into minutes
Quickened hearts beat
As she seeks
A final home
to rest her bones

He reminds her that life is too short to find matching pairs of socks

Now she wanders on a terrain of rocks

Maybe it could've been

A smile overcomes her

Overwhelms her
But he compels her
Despite his lack of trust
For an honest open love

Arms open for that of a skeleton

They know each of the others relevance

His heart is hers to own

As he sits and cradles her unmarked tombstone
© copyright Matthew Marvier Donald & Zenobia 2014
 Dec 2014 Cora Lee
Dagoth I Am
The last of my kind
There’ll be no more after me
I’m a flightless bird
With useless wings
Dumb and wild and free
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

On display
In my solitary incarceration
I pace in circles
So the camera will see
Look at my stripes fade
Take a good hard look
At what you’ve done to me

I had no fear of anyone
‘til you got ahold of me
The moon shone through the trees
A spotlight in my final serenade
No brothers left
And there’ll be no more after me

This poem has been a product of the combined efforts of myself and the lovely prrtybrd
 Dec 2014 Cora Lee
SMN
2.37 a.m
 Dec 2014 Cora Lee
SMN
I can’t sleep
I’m screaming inside
it was hard letting go
putting my life in someone else’s hands
all I can do now
is wait
wait for a change
wait for my life to change
i don’t know
what’s going to happen
or when it will
I’m scared to death
it might be the best
but it doesn’t seem like it
I have given up
I’m scared and I can’t sleep

*(s.m)
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