#uprooted - Hello Poetry

My facade was so strong you called me. friend. I guess it was just meant to be a bitter end. But when your whole movie is made of sunshine and rainbows. It has to be violent for the sake of show. I spent so long in hiding like in bitter captivity. Pretending not to be lost in your pull like gravity. You made me smiley and all warm inside Lost on your letters trying to hide. But then i told you the truth trying to set myself free. Then you backed off and brached out like a tree. Your roots came up and we both went down. All i said was i love you but you didnt see it my way. The only thing you could think of was how to get rid of me now that you know im...gay.

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Sep 19, 2016

Sep 19, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC

christopher-burk

Uprooted truth

My facade was so strong you called me. friend. I guess it was just meant to be a bitter end. But when your whole movie is made of sunshine and rainbows. It has to be violent for the sake of show. I spent so long in hiding like in bitter captivity. Pretending not to be lost in your pull like gravity. You made me smiley and all warm inside Lost on your letters trying to hide. But then i told you the truth trying to set myself free. Then you backed off and brached out like a tree. Your roots came up and we both went down. All i said was i love you but you didnt see it my way. The only thing you could think of was how to get rid of me now that you know im...gay.

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I could still smell lavender, hinted winds from the east I’d once caressed. And I could still smell that Lavender When I look down to watch the ants scurry. Once more, I could still smell Lavender come empty and my life In a bubble atop the world. And at last, the Lavender’s gone, when trees root elsewhere.

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May 23, 2016

May 23, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC

liam-c-calhoun

Life in a bubble atop the world

I could still smell lavender, hinted winds from the east I’d once caressed. And I could still smell that Lavender When I look down to watch the ants scurry. Once more, I could still smell Lavender come empty and my life In a bubble atop the world. And at last, the Lavender’s gone, when trees root elsewhere.

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The city is windy, today. Certainly noisy, everyday, Compared to my country life. Tall buildings glimmer, Streets boisterous with sounds of people and machines. Excitement! Opportunity! Urgency! Country life, by comparison, stiller, Slo wer, Ex pan sive. Both are good I tell myself. I am still flexible, I tell myself. Then, verily it dawns on me, with unfamiliar panic and relief, that my stretching-bending days are over. I want to ride like the wind to where my being has despite itself, taken root. Where the nomad has inadvertently pitched A more permanent tent. 30 years after roaming ill-suited ground my Restless Soul was cleverly tricked to settle where nature, in all her glory and quiet magnificence, crowds the land. Amen.

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC

mkayh

Promise land

The city is windy, today. Certainly noisy, everyday, Compared to my country life. Tall buildings glimmer, Streets boisterous with sounds of people and machines. Excitement! Opportunity! Urgency! Country life, by comparison, stiller, Slo wer, Ex pan sive. Both are good I tell myself. I am still flexible, I tell myself. Then, verily it dawns on me, with unfamiliar panic and relief, that my stretching-bending days are over. I want to ride like the wind to where my being has despite itself, taken root. Where the nomad has inadvertently pitched A more permanent tent. 30 years after roaming ill-suited ground my Restless Soul was cleverly tricked to settle where nature, in all her glory and quiet magnificence, crowds the land. Amen.

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Where dreams are uprooted And trust is slowly losing ground Where does one get a foothold? Once pristine landscape of mankind Is denied the elixir of life, Love Inner strength is crumbling away The quick sand moments pulling us Rapidly towards point of no return The scorching heat is unbearable As souls are parched dry Lack of feelings and compassion Extinction is not far away

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC

amitav

Uprooted Dreams

Where dreams are uprooted And trust is slowly losing ground Where does one get a foothold? Once pristine landscape of mankind Is denied the elixir of life, Love Inner strength is crumbling away The quick sand moments pulling us Rapidly towards point of no return The scorching heat is unbearable As souls are parched dry Lack of feelings and compassion Extinction is not far away

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