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Electricity occurred by two charges
Making  lightening  born and got enlarges
Of minds asking about the ages
Of these sights which merge
Two hearts  causing thunder
The rain of love ascending faster
Growing green plant and flower
Getting their birds sang and taught  
A clever dancer
to whom love green ,life is wide for alla
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
Dew


~
Her sweet dewed her fringe
to her forehead.
She had nibbled on the
ivy with leaves of gold
which she turned to powder.
Her eyes filled with passion
as she cups her hands to
drink the flame-laced
syrup born on from
Falling moons
~


Writer's block is slowly going...
Lyn ***
Morgan Mercury Jan 2014
All lives end.
Even the plants and flowers
that once danced in the summer winds.
Anya Sep 2018
My mother’s favorite color is green
But I never understood why
I don’t dislike it
But
I couldn’t see myself being attracted
In flights of fancy
Excitement
Now,
I understand

Green,
To me
Is the color of the plants,
leaves of trees
Grass
Buds
My mother’s favorite color

Representative
Of those things I take for granted
Those everyday things...

That are essential to me

It may not be the color that grabs my attention
But rather
Like a steady boat
Keeping me afloat
Basically
My stability
...
Not a want,
But
A
Need
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


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The quill...
My weapon of choice,
my inner seed that gives
life to my inner fire,
all of my turmoils
is also, at times,
the root of my
misery.
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Being a writer is both a blessing and a curse...
It's been there for me but also, it's tied to my emotional and mental pain,
so it is connected to my misery, my anxieties, my depression, my struggles with self-love, fighting my self-doubt, self-hatred and my fears...
At times, I don't even feel worthy of such a gift.
I only want to express myself - all of my loves, all of my pain.
No matter how raw it may seem.
I'm feeling alot better now, I just needed time to pick myself up.
I just did not have the energy to talk to anyone
Thank you so so much, everyone for being so patient and understanding!
Much love and hugs!
Lyn ***
Pyrrha Sep 2018
To the next love to walk my path
I apologize for the weeds and wilted flowers
The last person to ever tend to my garden
Watered my plants with herbicide
Aver Aug 2018
i respect your right to live
and to prosper in peace
and i encourage you to grow
with all the space that you need
but is it really necessary
to tear up my roots
im just trying to be
without being moved
i wont drink of your water
or eat of your plate
ill do my fair share
to be a decent roommate
this garden we share
has plenty of room for a few
i don't think its fair
to be picked on by you
so i may not be pedigree
im not flawless its true
but in the end of the summer
you'll see that i bloom
so you may not like me
i may not be ideal
but if you spend a day beside me

you may consider appeal
i wonder how weeds feel in comparison to 'flowers'
Josh Aug 2018
Bamboo spine
bones and all,
stand tall

Soak up the
sour & the sweet

Remove yourself from
soil so dry

Plant your body
& your soul
in self-loving hands

Sway with the wind
but remember to
create your own someday

Nurture your warmth
don't let it die  

You are free to grow
in this landscape.

Remind your mind's eye.
This is your time.
They said to him
Why do you love her?
He said in short
Can plants live without water?
Can flies fly without air?
Can you see roses without admire?
Can you smell the good without feel?
Can heart pump without share?
Every limb in body to make sure
The live will not go without her”
There was a princess
Soldier loved in confidence
That he will not tell her
She will certainly refuse and dismiss
Or send him inmate without late
The king was going
To face enemy coming
To occupy his land
The soldiers got stood
The king trained hard
As he knew the enemy is strong
The battle began
The king fought well
The winds do not blow up
As the ships desire to go
The king was beaten
The king was gone
He was dead, he was killed
The soldiers returned with taste
The taste was acrid
They were torn
Their selves were torn
Also their cloths
She was as a ghost
She met him
She caught and shook
She cried and said
“Save my kingdom
Save my soul”
He bowed and agreed
He hid somewhere
He collected the rest
He cried and said
The princess became slave
We must get her save
We will swear at that
To return her freedom”
They agreed and started
They collected and attacked
They fought as one heart
They fought as you heard
He was in front
He said he talked
To the soul that coming
Of king and telling
‘’Fight my sons as solid
Fight more than you could!
Our kingdom must be free”
The soldiers got ready
When the sun raised
The enemy walked straight
Toward the kingdom to occupy
The soldiers downed
They waited tell the hot
Of weather spread its wings
The sweats were ascended
More than rain coming
love changes the bad things
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