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I remember looking across the Golden Gate Bridge thinking... This was it! We could never be who we used to be.

Wind in our hair as we drove fast on the interstate... Just you laughing at me and me smiling at you.

What joy to be young and dumb and in love with each other and life.

It was a cool California night, we drank wine under the moonlight and roamed the city with brown paper bags in our hands.

You arms around my shoulders your lips against my cheek... I couldn't help but think this was it! We could never be who we used to be.

There's something about the city at night with its lights and the thought that danger could be around any corner.

But this was exactly where we ought to be... Just you laughing at me and me smiling at you.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Trees stand up to the wind
They cry leaves when the sky tears
The smile green when the clouds clear
It makes oxygen for us to breath.
It cools our bodies when it is hot to the highest degrees
The birds live on it to breed
And the insects eat its leaves
Some animals climb it while others play and feel free.
Beautiful you are tree
It's a blessing for you and me
We cut it down with no mercy although it feeds us for free
All it needs it our care and we choose to burn it down or cut it down with no remorse
The tree is the highest example that gives and doesn't recieve.
Learn from trees the patience and giving we receive.
Thank it a lot for its blessing for providing what we need
You know that feeling when your jumping?
Your feet leave the ground
And for a second you're flying
Your breathe is quick
And your arms fly out
Searching for something to grab
That's what it's like to love you
That slight fear of landing too hard
Falling and not being able to get back up
But the feeling of being lifted is there
The feeling that you can kiss the sky
I guess that's what I'm trying to say is
I hope you catch me
A faint wheeze
Running through my lungs
When there's nothing else to hear

I'll drown in silence
Without the sound of you
And find solace in death so near
Without you the poetry's gone.
I would happily suffer
   because of how much I love you
I will put myself through misery
    just so you feel no pain
I would walk on flames
     and put them out
         so you can walk through
I will drive myself insane
     so you can have no part of the blame
I just wanna believe
        that you love me
               that much too
the world is so backward
being forward puts you behind
looking upward, toward the heavens
hoping to find an outward shine
take a look, you may notice
the stolen glow of the hopeless
a photo so out of focus
lower than a golden crocus

but beautiful just the same

going closer, you may notice
soul of a broken closeness
low notes of a solo opus
glowing like a floating lotus

and beautiful just the same

(a golden crocus is a beautiful, low growing flower, but it can be easily over-taken by weeds, and wither...a lotus is my favorite flower, which floats on water, and seems to glow, but would wither without water)
this is my dedication to all of those who are depressed,those who feel alone, to all of the outcasts, to anyone who feels beaten down by life...you are still important, so let your petals grow... because you are still a budding flower
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