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kristine w Jan 9

flames hail,
so They wail
in Whoseforest.

the smog of it all,
has the system dull
in Whoseforest.

wails of help resound,
but are Their voices really found?

a peasant man’s dime too little,
a wealthy man’s dime too many.
the kings lounge
as scorn rages
and rages
and rages
in Whoseforest.

the peasants beg,
“your majesty!
choking up
our lungs,
Their lungs,
Her lungs.
this tragedy
is one of ours
of yours
deploy a strategy
have you not?”

the kings sit
with the wealthy
sipping tea
eyes lit
with lax smiles.

but just like Them,
their voices go

peasant, wealthy, royalty
all born and bred
of the same ancestry
brothers cry,
but brothers stray

They too,
both and bred
of their ancestry
but descendants soon
fall flat

mother nature now speaks,
“for we are all born and bred
of the same hearth
should it not be our earth
to love and share?”
She,too, wails
for Whoseforest.

so tell me now,
whose forest?
in light of the recent unfortunate australia wildfires :(
kristine w Dec 2019
i seek,
this echo of resplendent joy.
how weak,
am i to fall?

this sound among all,
is one i'd deck the halls with.
perhaps this fall,
i shall embrace.

the sight,
the sound,

it rings,
does it ring.
one expression: haha
oh the woes of puberty! anyway, had a conversation with a friend about her crush and here we are i just felt inspired
kristine w Dec 2019
"Pillar, pillar, pillar".
who am I kidding?

you're my stability?

through your aid.

Upwards and downwards,
With and without you.
The latter seems fair,
the former too
So,                 or
       help me
boohoo emo time
kristine w Dec 2019
Allured by her presence,
you rise

Sheer power,
She yields,
And you submit
To its potency

Of imminence she reeks,
you know,
And fall into a slumber,
Of repudiation,
you reek

Before your very eyes,
She breathes life into death
And you reform
your ways

You watch her transform
A pair of wings,
She sets off with,
Shrugging off the feeble protective shell of past

For too long you try
To reach out,
Only to realise,
Your wings
Are clipped
this draft was from a year ago i just found it hello welcome to nonsensical poetry with kristine!

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