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Ram B Aug 2016
You are a Star.
It is natural.
The Being.
When you see yourself
Then you start from within
The core, the being
ever shining
You used to see the Being
You used to feel the Being
You do things as you know the Being
You are bright even then

Now you are the Being
A Star, ever shining
Brightness piercing
Incredibly unique
Mysteriously unmatched
That even in the Light of other Beings
You are clearly seen
I Am clearly seen.
LostNotFound Aug 2016
You becomes I,You become what you always have wanted.I have searched through the seas and the skies for this moment. I close my eyes and imagine I’m floating. Drifting. Falling without moving, if this is what peace felt like. I was finally at ease.

I jump and dance in the wind , becoming one with it. I swift my arms around my body and flow through the movement of the wind. Floating back and forth.But you trip and fall. Fall on your own words, fall on your own mistakes, fall on your own wild imagination.

Suddenly the ground opens up beneath you and your tumbling, tumbling through the dirt and the soils of the earth. You are Alice in your own Wonderland. Suddenly the loud sounds of busy traffic, horns from mechanical beings erupt you. You smell the heavy smell of chemicals through your nostrils, it burns,burns the surface of your skin. The light , the birds, the hayfields, its all gone. No sunlight, no peace or silence, no moment of ease.
Do not stay with anyone
who makes you feel like
anything less than a
cataclysm
of the most beautiful
natural disasters
to ever occur.
TJLC Jun 2016
The leaves are falling

The grass will catch them with poise

The tall tree still stands
An attempt to make a haiku. Mother nature is a natural beauty!
I crave to talk to you about it
However what exactly is 'it'
A whirlwind of issues and trouble, interlaced within my thoughts tinging in red

I wish I could crawl in the comfort of your Autumn coloured arms and nestle my fragile body into your portrait masterpiece.

I wish you'd try to understand,
That this pain wasn't planned. I don't choose to feel a wave instead of ripples, that salty water steals my air because of the force it holds.

I long to explain why I feel drained, why simple tasks are no longer natural and it hurts to walk on glass.
GaryFairy May 2016
The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality
Francie Lynch May 2016
It
It's not natural.
If I can't smell it,
It ain't,
So don't tell me
It's as natural as birth.
You've seen the roadkill,
Deer missing the most natural of parts,
Lying in the strangest contortions;
Heard the bird
Breaking its neck on a window;
Then there's the gaping mouth,
Eyes staring most unnaturally.
To be burned and urned
And feel nothing.
Having a steak and beer
Is natural;
Sitting in sound at a McCartney concert
Is supernatural.
Expensive, but sensient.
But it,
It's most unnatural.
Tip of the cap to Tolstoy for "It" (The Death of Ivan Ilych)
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