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 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
Mel
What a wonderful thing
to feel nothing at all.
Then,
there is nothing to lose.
There is no emotional garden to tend,
therefore,
no need to water the flowers,
because it will not matter
if they die.
i wrote this millenniums ago lol but basically if you don't get it, its a metaphor. I was comparing emotions to a garden(although they have nothing in common), blah blah blah, if you don't have feelings then you can't get hurt, therefore you have nothing to lose, blah blah blah, therefore in your metaphorical garden, because you have nothing to lose, when the flowers die it doesn't matter, as compared to if you had feelings, you would have to constantly repair and tend your garden(feelings) if they got damaged or whatever to keep your garden(feelings/you) stable, don't think about it too much.
 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
Adele
She's the kind of girl
who is half of a whole
Her body is art, drawing lines
coming from her heart
The pain she endures,
Putting sadness away from her soul.

They put her down
crawling on the ground.
Her face... so full of frown!

Stop hating, start loving
You may be hurting
but this life isn't about crying
It's about smiling
and creating a rainbow
that makes a heart glow.

Can I reach & grab your hand?
Letting you know
I understand.

Doing this to yourself
won't let you see the real world.
It's because darkness
covers the light.

It's in you to make things right!
And it's never too late
for you to realize.
Come on, get up and try.

You are beautiful,
don't tell me that you're not.
Because we are all born to be
and will always be.

-A

8/22/14
This is for the girl I found on instagram. Her account disturbed me a lot. I don't know why she hated herself (your photos told me that you're beautiful) I hope time will come that you'll stop cutting. I want you to be happy and ignore the negativities. Look how beautiful the world is. You have friends and family that cares for you. You are loved! It may be weird but I want to hug and tell you, 'I'm here to help and together, let's cast that darkness away.' The thing is, this is the only thing I can do. Help yourself. Hold on and be strong :)
 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
r
Fencepost
 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
r
I've been told
that I'm built like a fencepost
Kind of wiry
A few knobs here and there
A knot or two for character
I make a pretty good fence
Good at keeping things inside
Not letting things out
But now my shadow seems leaner
Not quite as tall in the morning sun
The soil around my feet eroding
Drying out isn't all it's cracked up to be
Staying straight ain't easy
The herd is getting restless
And the barbed wire on my back
is tearing me up inside.

r ~ 7/25/14
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Love is something if you give it away
Isn’t that what people say
It takes another to make you whole
Giving affection opens your soul

But when I look, I do find
My emotive sights are blind
I am not open to love’s sweet touch
Being close hurts too much

The joy of love is being known
Showing how each day you’ve grown
In heaven, there's no want and need
So in love, there's no selfish greed

With open mind and closed eyes
You give yourself, the ‘I’s demise
Together you would share your life
To your heart, you'd  hold a knife

When I feel love, I am inclined
To fight against its selfless bind
I am not open to love’s soft touch
Being close hurts too much

So I am one and I am sure
I won’t be caught up in its lure
Love is dead if you keep it close
And this is what I do propose
 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
Tara
Me and you,
We were a perfect day.
Where the sun shone bright
And the sky was the most
Beautiful shade of blue.

Now I can only try
And picture what's left.
A day of fog and grey clouds
And sad rain.

Where did the sun go?
1991

I realized
We were both born
in rotting soil,
plastic toys fed
by Arabia's oil.
Eyes closed,
ears behest
to broadcasts, we,
could NOT protest.

That was the beginning
of our mass destruction,
but cribs offsides,
we slept soundly,
thanking our stars,
proud to be Americans.

10 years dormant,
the lyrics laid,
enough to stick,
but their irony to fade.
Until grade school,
recess goaded,
as burning buildings
on our side exploded.
The imminent threat preloaded,
in airports we shed shoes,
forever coded.

The broadcast — our center
was the theorem
that planes, oil, and Arabs
risked everyone's freedom.
But when we raised hands,
to ask why, teachers said
hail red, blue,
and especially white.
We forgot our roots,
because the Ellis Island trip
was obviously cancelled.

So we read headlines,
instead of Orwell,
the day 911
called for a police state.
Trusted the government
and ****** Muslims,
the day turbans
meant hijacking planes.
Pledged allegiance
disguised as freedom,
the day war
was declared
on Saddam Insane.

Our flag revealed
a sham feeding flames,
angst-ridden
teenagers
we became.
With raised middle fingers,
instead of hands,
to Green Day lyrics,
**** Amuricans.

Because only idiots
press a red button twice,
when mass destruction is the price.
And only villains
make children orphans,
while victims drown
in New Orleans.
And only gluttons
eat caviar with silver spoons,
tainting forever
a nation's youth.

Entrenched in dunes,
we boarded blind,
to debt,
death, and
jaded minds.
Blamed by perpetrators
in dollars and change,
for a guerrilla war
fought in vain!
Voted Obama,
with Osama slain,
and soldiers withdrawn,
we hoped for change.
PLEASE, we cried,
JUST STOP!
We are CHAINED —
to a bulldozer
that has NO BRAKES!



So the broadcast said recently:
We are losing control
of the Middle East. And
Al-Qaeda is far from weak —
ISIS: THE PHOENIX OF HUMAN GREED,
We just turned off our TV's
and looked up,
the kids who gave up,
thanked Musk — our atlas,
not yet shrugged,
whose vessels of stars
will rocket toward Mars,
from this godforsaken
civilization
built on hate.

And when you tell me, ***,
"We were both born in 1991,"
I can only sigh,
and breath sympathy,
for our dark history.
Thank you Justin for inspiring this poem. I am performing it next Tuesday at Da Poetry Lounge in LA so any feedback is appreciated :)
Oh me, oh my. It would seem that I've forgotten how to count!
 Aug 2014 Field Of Moons
svdgrl
Make my eyes shed again,
so that I can write.
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