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Anna Devereux Jun 2013
A crystal drop upon glistening leaves;
A wale through bark upon towering trees.  
A fresh gust of air with a simple breeze;
A livid set of clouds will hide skies keys.

Day desaturates and forms low degrees.
A sun falls down with a storms great displease.
Within the rain, plants will sink to their knees,
And wait patiently for a howl to seize.

A quite bird approaches cold with a sneeze,
Hunkering down to avoid late nights freeze.
Sporadically, winds form a silly tease,
‘Til gales quiet down and prepare with flees.

In morning’s clear rise, new day brings release,
Upon wishful flowers, which plant new seeds.
A wall of bad brings a gateway of ease,
Allowing grateful life to keep on sprees.  
tierney morris Jun 2021
you know its getting bad again
when everything desaturates
and your music isn't loud enough
to drown away those negative things
swimming around your head
making you want to be impulsive
despite it only ever bringing harm
to you and those around
and when sharp objects around
are calling your name
begging to get a taste of whats
right inside the flesh under your skin
and the bad habits come back
making you into who you were
before you thought you changed
growing into someone new
who no longer needed to hurt
in order to feel something
you try to find the beauty
in anything other
than the blood from your wrist
TW/

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