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Francie Lynch May 2018
Two wrens, a couple of birds with intent,
Lit on my new magnolia tree;
The blossoms are full,
There's ants on the leafs.
It's mutualistic, and communalistic;
All thrive so well.
I wish the world could bear witness
To this simple tree.
Perhaps "simple" is too easy for us.
devante moore Apr 2015
It hurts when we hold hands
I can feel the coldness in your stem
It's the source of your emotionless pattern
Your leafs pulled from past handlers
Your thorns ***** me like the ***** you called me
Hoping I'll let go
But I only tighten my grip
Even if I have to endure the pain
Afraid of losing your scent
The sweet smell of precious nectar  
I've memorized it
The feel of your petals
The beauty in your color
I douse you in love to keep you alive
I want to fuel you like the sun
I want to be the reason you bloom in spring
But the more I invest, the quicker you wilt
You dying in my hands
Morgan Mar 2016
I'm rain
but not the kind of rain
people drink coffee and stare at
from studio apartment windows
and under pretty white gazebos ,

I'm rain
but not the kind of rain
that falls soft at first,
and then harder,
and then soft again,

I'm rain
but not the kind of rain
that smells sweet
and makes flowers grow
in the spring time,

I'm rain
but not the kind of rain
that collects in pretty puddles
in the pavement
so that toddlers in rubber boots
can jump in and splash
their parents,

I'm rain
but not the kind of rain
that lulls crying teenagers
to sleep in their warm beds
or makes lovers miss one an other,

I'm rain
but not the kind of rain
people watch and listen to
with gentle acceptance,

I'm the kind of rain
that falls fast and hard,

the kind of rain that is cold
and hurts sun burnt shoulders
when it hits them,

the kind of rain that washes
pretty chalk paintings off of
drive ways in suburbs
without a second thought,

the kind of rain that
seeps through ceiling tiles
turning cozy little homes into
chaotic whirlwinds of
anxiety and destruction,

the kind of rain that
makes your joints ache
and your eyes red,

the kind of rain that
gets the kids out of the pool
and sprinting inside,
cold, wet, and uncomfortable,

the kind of rain that
washes leafs into
your gutters,

you curse it all week long,

the kind of rain that
only wanted to touch the earth,

to feel some semblance of warmth,

but the kind of rain that
doesn't know how to
leave the thunder at home,

the kind of rain who
breaks the things
it loves,
no matter how
hard it tries to be
gentle...
Affaq Nabi May 2020
An evening in Gulmarg
                 -----------
The dale of flowers in heart of rising himalaya:
Where sun rise's beyond far green cidar trees,
To please the azure lux skies---

And birds of the bush, sings and laughs, nigh,
And eternally, mirth lulls into eyes the mirth,
Oh! be ever, for me--ahh, sweet earth---
Where, Gulah can be seen, in the echoing green,
Wooing with the flowers day and night,
The snow-whistle, and summer shallow, side by side with suman and sumbal keenly looks on,
To welcome into valley-the spring---

And fairest fountains leap up jolly jolly,
And that- Bard sitting under an oak, plays his harp, among the native folk,
"Oh! my dear melancholy"---

Overjoyed, wood winds play the music,
And maple leafs dance in their rhythm,
Heart sinks down for awhile in an ecstasy
It resounds like, as a festival of holy---
And lucy! swings-un fearing
on the green grass,
There is naught a dilemma of upper or lower class,
Still sound of joy, the nature sings round the clock---

O! liberty! come on hurly,heart is unquiet,
A rainbow dwell's beside it,
Yet, bonnie beauty is in it's reflection,
Garden of eden! gracias for your kind affection-

Rights reserved
@Affaq Nabi
I must be a stairway
The way I get stepped on
I must be a nightmare
The way I get slept on
I must be a ****
Cause all I got is *****
Life must be a maze the ways
I bump my back into walls
I must be a toilet cause
I'm constantly **** on
I must be repulsive rejected
Whoever I hit on
Must be a ****** as I'm spit on
Must be a door cause they push me
U r wut u eat and on good Friday
I always eat *****
Cause I love chicken *****
At Chinese food spots
I must. Be a target like a sponsor
For target the way they take shots
I must be in pain the way
I take pain killers So
I hope the pain stained is detained
And not refrain from slow
Pain removal and it soon'll
Tell by time but I'm weary
Mirrors seem to fear me
Homeless people are less. Needy
They don't. Need me I'm
Depressing and it stinks my clothes
I must have aids cause I can't even
Get laid by hoes
I must just be gross
Net pay and gross shows. Nothing
And I must. Be associated with
It as I'm nothing unless I'm something
Along the lines of an
******* or a *****
Or so I'm told by people cold
And wish I'd die but I did
Die because I seem to be a
Ghost to most I know
Only call me when there problems
Are so ****** up they know
No matter how ****** up there
Situation. Is that I've seen worse
Which is insulting and flattering
All in the same verse
I must have a curse
Like Toronto maple leafs
Who coulda had a cup by.now
But the phat cats are cheap
But stupid are we not them
Because there's no sense
In investing in a roster if merchandise
And seats commence
To sell and they do always
From loyal die hard fans
Who they rob of bein part of a
Contender team but the stands
Are full I guess losings just
A pass time now
But I'm so off track where was
I, **** I forget now
I believe I was ******* in my
Own special way
And I always get ****** cause I'm an
*** so I guess I'm gay
I must be a runaway
Cause I don't got a home
I can go back to, am I a dog
Cause in my pants is a bone
I must be a **** pad
Cause my wings don't help fly
I guess I'm not a big girl
Cause big girls dont cry
I must be a fat *** cause my
Fat has a fat mass
Equivalent to precious eaten
By fat joe and thats
Not the type of mass with
Stained glass and religion
Where an alter boys farts are
Never heard if u listened
In an amplifier I'm ampped on fire
But nobody sees it
So if I said president Obama
Had ****** diseases
No one would protest and say jesus
Christ that was wrong
What would Jesus do?
He would probably write a song
About his long slong his **** and
Very long hair
He'd. Never sleep with delilah
But still a cross he must bear
But I would never cross a bear
Are u aware jerusalems where
Darker skin toned people appear
So why is Jesus so fair
Well I don't really care
Not even sure why I asked
90% of the world is unattractive
Sounds harsh but do the math
Am I a long necked giraffe
Cause mom said I belong in a zoo
Which is appealing as the monkeys
Get to masterbated and throw poo
I have no hint let alone a clue,
Was. nEver quite clued in
Too busy angry collecting debt
Feeling disrespect and sins
I now and forever regret since
Ii grew up a little
Had to stop substituting ****** pills
For my bag full of skittles
So I must be a riddle
An enigma to ponder
I don't journey with destination
Only have patients to wander
So to be a doctors patient I
Saunter and walk into a walk in
Clinic so in it i mimic a ******* to
finish with a script for poppin
Perkecette oxycotton
Clonasapan diasapan even
So my back pain I make so real
It starts to hurt as I'm leavin
But giving. doctors are decieving
So deceiving them does not
Pin guilt aide it wilts knowing
The real drug dealers the doc
Sending people who got
Addiction problems to phone
A Clinic to start u a new dependency
Called methadone
So leave the **** alone, such
A mess and known
If ur not an ignorant clone
That can't see on there own
It's the same drug dealer
Just a different drug
So how does **** for oxy heads
Really help them its rough
I must be a mute cause all
My opinions arnt heard
And I protect my pocket with no
Pocket protecter so am I a nerd
I must be a bad ****** word
Cause whenever I am. Brought up
Eyes go wide as if I am a bad
Influence like I'm hopped up
On morphine and more fiends
Are. Created each day
As doctors seem to just
Wanna give there drugs away
Well I'm done for the day
That's enough complaints for me
And if u didn't like it call 1800
I don't give a **** and Plz
Remember if it's busy just hang
up and try ur Call  again
Cause I always look forward
To being **** on for when
I use the freedom of speech
Giving to me as a right
So those opposed your all *****
So that means I must. Be a ****
*** yikes ewww a **** yuck
Get it away
So what I say I had to say Plz don't play
With what lay in my spray
Of opions in the way I say
What I say when I say it
If u hate me I'm still on ur mind
And worth hating so go ahead hate it
Poetic dues I payed it
Roads I pave it so those
Who chose to be a voice for
His beliefs always knows
There way but in dismay
I may not pray for others
Cause they may see a dead end
Even though they are covered
And smothered in talent
But if never discovered ur covered
Lucky if Facebook will even read
Let alone brothers and mothers
Cause to hypnotize the others
Selling out lurks in the way
And wut defines selling out is such
An area of grey
So goodbye again I'll say
I'm on my way out and gone
Not even a penny for my thoughts
And it's so sad a penny's beyond
What most would pay
As they say I'm just one of alot
But I maybe a snowflake looking
The same but actually I am not
Mariana Seabra Nov 2013
I wanna be like the autumn,
I wanna be like a tree.
I want my leafs to fall
So that new ones can be born.
I wanna be like an old movie
That you remember once in a while.
I wanna be an old memory
That keeps making you smile.
I wanna be the stories that are still left to tell.
I wanna be the absent rain that you are still able to smell.
I wanna be the smoke that slowly drifts away .
I wanna be like the sun that disappears at the end of the day.
I wanna be the sunset soon forgotten,
I don't want to be gotten.
Because, darling, I can't love you anymore,
You put my mind in a state of war.
So please, please, just go away,
Because I need to move on and I just can't make you stay.
Be the sunset soon forgotten and make your own way
Because the clouds are coming to make the blue sky return to gray.
Paxton Potter Jun 2016
The chemicals in leafs allow for amazing things
Leafs process their own food from something as basic as light
And, with just a few other things, break apart those compunds and produce something entirely new

But beautiful flowers and sugars aren't live's most marvelous miracle
Love and pain and growth and friendship elude
For all the chemicals they boast, dopamine isn't among them
They are alive, but they don't live

While sentience escapes them
Perhaps that isn't the key
Because when you have thoughts and neurons firing
And yet there's a crushing abyss yawning
Somewhere deep inside you
That's when things get scary

Leafs are a simple thing
Not at all scary
You always think there are worse things to be than a leaf
But when you're a leaf
Empty and beautiful
Emotionless and amazing
There may be beautiful things you make
Beautiful crazy wonderful things
Leaves all have one thing in common

Because they all inevitably fall
And people pass them by
Without notice

crunch crunch crunch

And then you're gone
i stopped writing poems bc i was less depressed and since im back we can all guess what that means ahahh yea
Tyler A Sullivan Aug 2017
TURN OF THE SEASON

For Friends and Family


Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while he may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
                                          -Robert Herrick

Intoxicated nights of orange halogen lights-
Illuminating through misty blown water.
As the April breeze ruffles the newly sprung leafs-
Upon the trees,
Men pour malted liquor inside clandestine-
Cellars of tuxedo staff and obsequious waitresses

Echoes of an engine shuffles on down the alley,
Startled it hides in the cornered places.
Men enclosed in smoke talk of day of old-
And better times,
And many men before and after grasp the image-
Of their obscured faces.

Woman go about chatting of useless things and waste the night away.
Men sit about playing games of little meaning and waste the night away.
Both will head to familiar places at mornings first rays
And April effortlessly falls into May

And many men before and after grasp the image of their obscured faces
Slowly trudging through the paces
Slowly they tighten their laces

And set out for another monotony dipped day

Planting their ears to the ground listening
And many things they'll hear and say
With many hindsight memories in their mind glistening
And their lovers will whisper are you listening
And they'll say "yes yes my dear have no fear I am here"

And many men before and after grasp the image of their obscured faces
And they'll make  many a plans and in cases
And step over cracks in fear of dark places


The clink of a glass Carey's on down the hall
The bartender while wiping the counter yells
"Last call"
And they'll retort "for what reason"
And he "none at all"
Then the bar goes the way of the shopping mall
And summer slips effortlessly into fall

What reasons can they make when the night is through
When it's time to wake what will they do

As the days retreat with their hairline
And each mirror more destortive than the last
They'll retreat further, further into their mind
And what will they find
With their sanity fleeting fast
A desperate thought floating in the breeze
A candle to thaw the freeze


Intoxicated nights of solemn solitude
Tucked in the back thoughts of a lonely suburb
Trying arduously to abandon actuality
But failing and jumping the curb

And many men before and after grasp the image of their obscured faces
"Sorry love they're not home I'm afraid"
"They've gone to the races"
Each two lovers in two different places

Rest assured rest assured they'll return
They'll unconsciously sell their freedom
Rest assured rest assured they'll return
At this moment they are carpe diem

Rest assured rest assured
They'll be plenty of time
To fumble with furniture
Plenty of time
To spend with her
Plenty of time To waste
Plenty of love to give
Now's to go slow not make haste
Now's to go slow and live


And they'll remember childhood
As a warm August kiss
And where their feet stood
And what they missed
And when the leafs
Upon the trees
Fall down down down
To rise to their knees
They'll remember who they are
And who they use to be


So before you grow old
And wilt away
And the December cold
Melts the summers day
Enjoy what you have
For what you have is to enjoy
For what you haven't
Are merely foolish toys

This summer began as the last one did
And will end when Autumn bids
With the sun and stars above for you to see
Run around like children in the heat of lunacy
Jeremy Betts May 2024
Throw your stones at me
Those of you who've never sinned
My past a bit hazy
I don't know where I begin
You think I could get lucky?
And one day catch an elusive win
Something worth sharing with a loved one or a friend
Forget the knowledge that hindsight's 20/20
Didn't know I'd have no one in the end,
Not even one that's pretend
Hopefully I can find a sticky type of happy
But until then
I'm just a phony
Chasing leafs in the wind

©2024
It frosted good and hard last night
for it was twenty-eight degrees,
heat and humidity are now gone
so we’ll welcome the snow and bare trees.

But today the sun was shining bright
high in the November sky,
there never was such a shade of blue
to delight my searching eye.

The Burr Oaks dropping their golden leafs
no more Maples a fiery red,
the quaking Aspens are flattering maize
a warm quilt, to put the earth to bed.
~
A morning of snow and icy roads... For those of us who live in a place where we experience all 4 seasons fully, it's time to brace for the long months of winter, look past the cold and see the beauty that is placed before us. Remember, the new birth of spring is right down the hill, through the forest and right around the corner. Best wishes for a warm and safe winter!
Poetic T May 2016
Head was hastily hung low as halcyon wings
did shimmer in fading virtue. How could one
of such integrity slumber on what was now
a form of revulsion brought by her words.

Exasperated by  another's thoughts, syllables  
have influence upon the world. what was
before her shame was grotesque in nature
but still looked upon her with mournful sight.

Shrouded in what were once as she was now.
Each aurora now jagged remnant penetrating
forth from ones form. Garbs suspended over
a lingering form defiled  by what they covered.

Surroundings did falter at what enveloped this
form, all were now echoes of what was.
Leafs had fallen like tears and stagnated upon
a corrupted shell where life was eroding her tears fell.

Wings that shone once like a star in the sky,
now dissipating in to tears that her creation does
cradle within its features. Her head draped low as
words were spoke, syllables restrained no longer spoke.

Her prison of thought in this world below. Her sentence
to see what her actions awoke. It yearns for what was
taken, what was before. But all it sees is her wingless
form, and knows they are both prisoners on there own.
Nickoli Oct 2015
How do you see yourself, are you strong and cunning, or are you quiet and awkward. I see myself as barely hanging on to the branch of hope from the tree of despair. I planted this tree many years ago from the pain and hurt that the world has so generously thrown towards me. This tree consist of the stump where you first started this scary road at age 5, you slowly move up the tree going towards the branches. The first branch signifies the first beating, the leafs on the branch show how many times, over and over again. The next branch is from your first bruise as a child, the leafs over growing the branch because there are just too many to count. The third branches is a little better, your first smile in a long time, this branch has had very few leafs for quite some time. Now lets jump to age 8, your eighth branch that consist of many twigs, where things seem so dim and so fragile that the twigs could snap at any time because things could turn back to bad so fast. Your ninth branch is a very special branch, you see a little light of hope where maybe you think god is there. Age 11, you're up to branch thirteen where you’re still trying to recover from the unfair hurt this is an empty branch, still unable to figure out how to reclaim yourself. Your fourteenth branch is called the branch of fear, now this branch is filled with leafs because you’re just terrified of everything. The fifteenth branch is where you hold all your pain and fears this branch is covered with leaves on twigs, the twigs are your fears and the leaves are the pain you've endured. Or how about the branch of forgiveness where you’re unsure if you should leave a leaf or not. We’re up to age 15 where acceptance is key, this is a branch with a single leaf, as I'm still trying to forgive and leave a second leaf. Right now I’m hanging from the branch where I have hope dangling from very few leaves, but I’m slipping and might not be able to hang on to this branch for much longer. Now we come to the rigorous days of rain that is constantly pouring down, all my emotions hitting every branch.
Judy Klein Oct 2013
Fall is like a rainbow of colors
It holds moments of the months together
flower arrangement, for fall weather
Fall is like a rain bow of colors
Summer flowers die and others uncover
even tho we have the change of hours
We  have fall flowers none like others
Fall is more beautiful then just turning leafs,
As they fall their barring the trees
need to finish
Vampyre Kato May 2016
I Set My Questions On The Shelf
Cos Answers That I Expect
Come From Nobody But My Self
I Am So Here I Hear All Bianary Beats In My Ear
I Sense All Sensations , Foreign To Hate & Fear
I Am Ascending , Element Bending
Its Super Splending
Like Leafs In The Wind
Ashes & Embers
I Feel So Much Love In December
New Year New Energy
Every Moment I Must Be A Better Me
Take Temptation To The Grave Yard
Low Vibrations Rain Hard
I Admit It Gets Lonely
Feelings Invoked When I'm Alone
& People Don't Pick Up A Phone
I Scream In Dreams Of Hell
You Don't Know
I Don't Get Distracted
I Wake Up Packed In A Snow Bowl
I Glow Gold
& Cry Hope
& I'm Sure Because Of Course
I'll Endure
I'm Super Strong & A Bit Sore
There's No More Noose
My Tattoos Are All A Pretty Bruise
Im Looking Forward To My Next Space Ship
Ima Take A Cruise
By My Self & Stars & Moon
Chocolate & Feel Good Tunes
On My Birthday Its Me & Truth
In An Empty Room
Promises Broken
A Couple Gallons
Heart Fully Open
Silence The Tune
What Do I Want
It All To Be Lost , Or All Of You
Maybe I Don't See What I Feel I Do, In You
But When I Say You Ain't Really Feeling Me This Deep Its True,
If I'm 1 In This Life Time
Each Line Is A Life Line
Is My Life Just Just The Right Time
The Right Blade Could Make It Rain
Blood Drains The Pipe Line
My Mind Is Limit Free
I Apologize I Become A Beast
To People Who Limit Me
Please Just Stay For The Rest Of My Existence
When Every Body Go,s
Everuthing Is Missing
**** It's So Cold,
Wondering If Your Missing Me,
This Distance Brings Never Ending Misery
Now I See Why People Go Fishing Out In A Distance Sea
All I Feel & Think Not Enough Space On PC's
& Paper From Hemp Or Trees
I Write & Put My Light In Songs
So You Can Read My Pain In The Rain & My Grave When I'm Gone
& Try To Feel Closer To This Ghost Over Rips From The ****
I Make Attempts That Break My Legs
& Ache My Heart & Brain
To Have Family Time Its Like Always Gos Wrong
How Much Can We Take
Until Fate Has Its Way
& We Awake & Our Family Is Gone
Just Stay Strong I Do
Were Bruised I Feel It To
As Your Feeling  Me, Filling Shoes,
I'm Feeling You Too
Its Hard To Go To Work
Its Touf To Stay In School
Its Easy To Relate
Hard To Be True
That's Why Inside I Cry & Bleed Truth
Suffocating On My Tears
Allow Peers To Be Roots
& Every Year Roots Rip
I Thicken My War Boots
Heavy As ****
I Sprang My Ankle
Every Angle I Step Into Ships
Sailing Till The Middle
For The World
I Become The Light House
I'll Be Here Comforting All Fears Collecting Tears
Even When I Leave Earth & My Lights Out
MaiMai Oct 2018
Looking down at the ground, where  see all the leave.
  deep in thought, wondering why life isn't great as I imagined to be.
Sixteen trying to convince myself to believe that I'm ok, that my life is the same as the little girl that laughed everyday, no worry no care wondering how everything changed, attempting to grab a branch and gasp for air, like a tree that's full of leafs though one falls no one cares. Not wanting to show I'm changing like a leaf in the fall, wanting to be a positive role model people look up to but here I am on the ground, looking up for a hand while people look down. Like a leaf falls from a tree, losing it's ablity to produce the air we need. I'm falling and forgetting how to breath, covered by snow, buried in hate, but I  shouldn't lose hope because ever year the snow melts away, decomposing the leaf to feed the tree, helping it grow and regaining its green leaf.
MoonDancingKitty Jan 2018
I stood on the top of my world

I saw as far as the human eye could
I smelled the flowers and the trees
I heard the birds and the leafs
I felt the wind on my skin

The wind was playing with my hair
The noises took me away
The scent made me dream of flowery fields
The sight took my breath away

I heard the waves crashing
I tasted the salt on my lips, my doubts falling apart
The sun was blinding, but I was still
I was watching with my heart

Thinking about everything and nothing
My world was small, but beautiful
A stunning view, which cleared my mind
Which opened up my soul

I stood there on Cherry Tree Hill
Hayley Neininger Oct 2011
one of eight strapped to this tree
with threats of knifes that turn bark into skin
branches into limbs
if only the connections deep as my roots
did not entangle my own mortality if only they
could be severed easily as my leafs in fall
then perhaps my pinch dripped heart
would not punish those who hurt it
whom at first pruned with the promise of love
then betrayed with blades of unrequited rapture
those whom just did not understand the veins between
life and limb.
Ocho the Owl Nov 2013
Let leafy leafs lay
All on and under everything.....

Goes well with fall...
Falling, I mean

I don't mean to leannnnnnnnnn

No

No

No

Gnome...
Akira Chinen Oct 2014
Dead leafs in the grass
Candles flicker in the breeze
Dust scatters with each step
Roses had a funeral for the
  Lilies that passed away
While the orchids cried the
  night away
Over the snapdragons that
  never got to play
And blindly we keep going
Walking willingly in chains
Whats the point of breathing
When we march with the feet
  of the dead
Mitel Chakma Dec 2014
Many days I spent running after somnambulist shadows
Which sometimes seems as closer as my heart.
And it sometimes looks stumper and hoax.

The word of thy mysterious gazing at me.
Many times I went to you to ask for.
But I was failed and knee to your stubborn.

Your adamant makes me afar infinite miles from you.
Everything what you have seems ruth to me –
And that ousted me from your heart forever.

Thousand more times I tried to disclose
The meaning of my amorous feelings for you.
Thousand more times I kissed you through the wind.
I don’t know those are reached at you or not.  

I feel you always and all time –
When the blue stars shiver in the distance sky.
When the mid-night wind sings around.
In middle of the night of Spring when leafs fall down.
I can hear your delicate voice always and everywhere.
Though I know in my heart, you’re no longer.

I forgot the Class, Society, Religion, Country and Community.
And I made a drastic mistake.
Here laying on the ground
Watching those leafs as it falls
As the wind passed by so slow
I could still hear that laughter’s we've shared
Why couldn't I stop thinking about you?

It makes me sad
Watching those stars up above
As the Shooting stars goes by so fast
I still remember those night you're by my side
Why couldn't I bring that time back?

Why am I feeling this way?
Watching you just passed me by
As the bell banging so loud
I can't believe this was happening
Why couldn't I hear you calling me anymore?

It makes me weep
Watching those raindrops as it drifts
As they close that long box's lid
I could see except the lovely face of yours
Why couldn't you come to see me my dear?

Here I have wait, sitting beside
Watching the lovely sun about to sets
As the Sky begins to fade grey
I could hear you sobbing by my side
Why couldn't I speak to say I’m sorry and goodbye?
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Jellyfish Oct 2015
You knew exactly how I was feeling
and yet you still dragged me along
through the dirt and leafs that fall
you somehow expect me to forgive
and forget- I don't think you know
me, no.. you never did.
Kurt Carman Feb 2016
Has it been that long since I saw you last?
A breathe of fresh air from my past.
Warren street on a Fall Friday night...
Just you, me, a waning moonlight.

Leafs falling softly from the maples above,
Walking Sidewalks of grey With my ladylove
Our time together was..................
Percy's takes the words right off my lips...

( When
        A
          Man
              Loves
                ­A
                  Woman)

I can only hope you made it past our love affair
Cause deep down I'm still smelling your hair,
I'd like to keep you here with me baby.
Letting you go one day seemed so crazy!

Let's forget those lines I just erased,
Way to ******* for this old mans taste
Let's leave it at this..you made me so very happy
Cause When the sunshines..I know we'll both be stronger!
Tea Aug 2012
I stood there with my hands out begging for forgiveness
She gave it but I wilted, until the sun help me to stand
And together we grew on common ground
Understanding fueling my defeat of grief
Leafs budding from rooted truth
We healed with what we both knew
Time passed by, I loved her still
Her freckled face, her sheer will
She was the brightest flower I had seen
But her brilliance became less green
She would take the nurturance we once had shared
She started pulling at my petals
Telling me I wasn’t bright
Saying things to make her light shine
And sneaking all the sun
I let it be, I let her have her fun
I took it every time
Knowing she had once took mine
Thorns took place of soft vulnerabilities
And she stung instead of happy memories
What happened to that flower?
What happened to her power?
What happened to the beauty?
When did you get so *****?
Tea Oct 2013
Green morphing into amber
Brown dark texture
Underfoot layer after layer
Deep complexities found
Underneath earthy ground
Change is in a chilled air
Autumn smiles
Sweeps back her hair
She doesn’t know it
It isn’t planed
Life just takes her by the hand
See myself inside these trees
Leafs burn bright
Fade and leave.
My name is autumn
Life is fast
Change just happens
Nothing lasts
But its so beautiful
Full with color
Wind it shakes me
He is my  lover
But I know nothings
Sure to last
So I embrace this fire
With every breath
Let go of all my leaves
Let life and wind just set me free
Alien Aug 2013
she is a sneaky sleepy autumn babe
camouflaged in between the trees
her only guardian is the stars
creeping above ruby red, golden leafs
Infamous one Apr 2013
Sit out under the trees in front of the house
The bench I sit feel the cold night breeze
The moonlight reflects casting light making shadows
Spiders drop from the tree branches
See the moon through the tree branches
Open patches through the leafs
Think about life reflect moments and store
The quiet tension sets the mood the smell of moist in the air
Feel the mood of the moon the quiet night
Fresh until you feel the bugs bite
Relax feel you could sleep in peace for the rest of the night
Thankful for the tree accepts me and let's me be
Heather E Perry Sep 2013
Be a tree,
stand tall in the breeze.
Don't bend your branches for anyone but me.
Shade my blistered forehead,
so keep your hundred leafs.
Falling only when I cut you down,
to hit this hard uneven ground.
Stay there until I’m ready,
to build you back into something beautiful.
Don’t be scared, this pain has a purpose.
You weren’t enough just standing tall.
These cuts are to shape you,
to mold you,
the way I want you,
the way I need you.
Lotus Oct 2012
Jade chains
Brace these
Wrists and ankles
Causing
Choked slowing of blood
Paling the skin

Emerald green
Vines curl their way
Up these legs and
Over these *******
Burning their
Verdant tongues
Through layer upon layer of skin
Making a natural
Painting
On this body

Small beetles
Crawl over and under
Dry leafs
Covering the
Decaying ground
Climb their way
Upward the curve
Of these thighs
Tickling the skin
With tiny antennas

Purple amethyst bacteria
Correlate
Coagulate swiftly
Over these
Toes and
Finger tips
Becoming hard
As dried
Star fish

Serpents slither
Hiss
Their moist tongues
Along these
Cracked lips
Dry
Uneven
Venom touched surfaces

These eyes
Wide and watchful
Eyes
Slowly decaying
Their edges becoming
Crusts of hard
Scales
Slowly closing
Forever
Never to see
The surrounding world’s
Vanity decay
AW Nov 2015
Winds march over boulevards
As winding as his wanderings
Leafs leave branches barren
To make the grey skies seen
Clouds cry bitter raindrops
Soaking sour solitude
The puddles promise solace
To drown in to his waist
Torso left to nature’s whims
And storms to wear him out
Car alarms laugh in his face
Howling mockeries his way
Loudly, thunders call him
To give in to the fogs and mist
Life was never as redundant
As in autumn’s heady lists
Curt A Rivard Sr Jun 2012
Sipping from the goblet, green leafs they are
Infused with a fruit that bares billions of seeds within
Lying stretched out now with feathers covering me all about
Pewter on thy chest, and steam billowing from within
A glance to the footboard tells of a new tale to bring back to life
Like a pouch that’s placed inside I’ve placed two now, O’ how I can’t forget
Submerged in steaming water, submerged in a bed of silk there almost the same
Vision of a string and tag now hangs on my jars side
Bee line strait to my right toe that’s where my eyes go
Like a sick joke it reminded me again of another tag I can’t erase from my mind
Soaking in lining, soaking in a mixture of two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen
Ever so carful while pressing the bag to get the remaining flavor
Trying not to rip for fear of a foul taste
Like a pouch that’s placed in its chalice with a soul still attached
Body has been brewing all the same told maybe not to rip that bag
For things might not look so good, no fear here I had to see the face
Eyes were closed and red lines running from the corners of her mouth and her nose
With a blink of my eyes I took a picture as if she had posed.

(CARSr. 5-17-12)
Conor O'Leary Feb 2013
I. The hell my mind tries to tame. The honey writhes and spits in a wrinkled cage.



II. Harvest the thick of oxygen, but never dance in the gale. Heed the vocal constellation, but never try to scream along.   



III. I taste the dry tears of last minute musings. Thorns hiss at my flesh; so still I part the green to avoid the forest’s swallow. 



IV. My bones creak with shards of the wind. Their surfaces riddled with Braille.   



V. I sit in my skin and stare at my skull. I’m not going to try and talk over the loud cranial hum. 



VI. You’ve seen the malice of history. The planet screamed an earthquake. Grass forgot to be green. The sun hung in the air like a pierced tongue. 



VII. Fathom not the light freckled days under the green pulse of Earth. Leafs have huddled into the ground like children.



VIII. In the summertime, we're all the same when we're swimming. A waltz of bubbles and hands.
Momo Sep 2018
I am from the ever expanding library of my imagination.
From stories that I keep re-writing in my head.
From all the things that happened a lifetime ago to the hopes and dreams of tomorrow.
From the falling leafs in Autumn to the blossoming flowers in the Spring.  
From the smells of fresh cut grass, gasoline, and pine-sol.
From countless hours with my nose in a book.
From ‘Maureen Elizabeth I swear’ to ‘one more chance’ and getting ten.

I am from the ever expanding library of my imagination.
From the endless supply of golf ***** in the basement to the mountains of unopened Pepsi.
From the non working clock on the porch to the woods with our forts.
From ‘only one’ and taking five.
From ‘don’t get that on your clothes it’ll stain’ and ‘stop biting your nails,’ a habit I’m still trying to break.


I am from the ever expanding library of my imagination
From tickle wars that always end with my hiding or crying because I’m the most ticklish person you’ll ever meet.
From older siblings saying ‘there’s someone in the house’ to scare me to ‘Fight me!’ as a joke
From the holes in the walls from sibling or cousins fighting.
From endless hours that my siblings and I would spend cleaning and being mad at Mom.
From secret discussions to sneaking around and being caught.
From our “spy agency,” to ‘Mom and Josh are coming run!’

I am from the ever expanding library of my imagination
From the yellow van always parked in the lot
From the yelling of children outside.
From the cookouts at friends houses.
From fights to forgiveness.

I am from the ever expanding library of my imagination
From the inside of my head  
From my grandfather’s house
From the books I read.
From countless hours spent with siblings
From the ruined friendships of my past to the ones that’ll last a lifetime.
I am from the ever expanding library.

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