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Nature, my motherly figure
Your trees, Your flowers
How they sing to me, gracefully
How they chant songs of night and
day, songs about yester-years and yesterdays.
All men and women; miracles. Even these words being miracles, at this very moment, as this moment is a miracle by itself.
Children, laughing gratefully, unaware of being alive, which is more worth than planets and sky's, for without life no planets and sky's would exist, nor would this poem.
So let me read books, listen to music, kiss my lover, swim the ocean, walk the woods, talk of life, look at stars and fly through the sky.
For I exist, mother, nature.
I stared a lot
At nothing
At eyes, wanting me
But their looks went unanswered
Why; i liked only you

I loved you, you didn't love me
I looked a lot, you didn't look back
So i stopped loving you

But the problem is
The eyes that wanted me before
Won't return my favor anymore
They whisper;
You're too late now.
O heart
Wait,
Do not hurry

O mind
Stop,
Live's a worry

Maybe in april you two may cling,
But not at this very moment.
You two, ever fighting.
Are you even aware of the person i love, i mean, you two made me love her true, didn't you?
No matter how long I stay
No matter how long I breathe
This world will always stay the same
Corrupted and obscene
No matter who I love
No matter who loves me
This world will always stay the same
Corrupted and obscene
But if I leave this world tonight
Spread my wings and take flight
Maybe, just maybe
This world will finally be right
Yellow ribbon
in her hair
how would I forget about you
reaching
keeping the strangeness quiet
holding together
sanity
you would do well to remember
her voice
the texture of the strands you hold
you cannot keep them
but you can remember
maybe that will be enough
Enough.
ENOUGH!

what a stupid looking word

Yellow ribbon
I remember a time
when you were green
before I pulled all the blue out
and put it into my pen
to scrawl her name on my insides
like a cast in white plaster
for all my broken parts
but they’re mended now
it’s time to peel it off
one strip
one letter
at a time
it’s time
for my insides to be soft again
I’m scared to death
that the pale
long hidden skin
and scars
will frighten off anyone
who might warm me again
my hands are only this cold
because I haven’t had anyone to hold
fending off frostbite
just my hands folded together
as in prayer
but without the hope of an answer
without yes
no
or maybe
life is just living
just
‘here I am
there you are
goodnight’
and I can’t help but miss her

so Yellow ribbon
when I grow my hair long
and become someone new
I will tie it back with you
try to remember who I was before
and maybe then be true

— The End —