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Nick Burns Jul 2010
The leaves, they own the streets tonight
and trees are waving their goodbyes
while cars are creeping slower than I've seen.
And the only light I see tonight
is the light shone from this city sight
and maybe just a streetlight few and far between.
I heard the skattered pitter-patter
and I deciphered Nature's hidden pattern
and I'll tell you the crude tale
the Master Tree has just told me.
"What you've just heard is no mistake,
we play these songs all night and day.
But, those who have heard more,
they run, they run and they scream."
I gathered up my thoughts of this
and stood proud like a lioness.
I open my head for more before my plea,
"Won't you tell me anymore?
my life has lately been a bore."
This is what he had to say to me.
"In this darkness that you walk,
these Trees and I, we seldom talk.
but, tonight we have a song I'd like to sing,
(he croons)
"We'd like to de-root this earth's humanity
and bruise you and curse you for ruining
this beautiful thing
that we have all come to call home,
but soon we'll be extinct,
so I ask if you'll lose this battle with me.
It's one we can not win alone."
"I don't understand," I say,
"because I can't do anything.
I'm a man,
I'm a lost one,
you see?"
Well, quickly he looked down on me,
drowning in my blasphemy,
and the tree grew 1,000 feet tall.
"You are now my enemy
and I would **** you instantly,
but I'm just a tree,
I'm a tree and that's all."
Before I could give a response,
I ran as fast as I could
and, eventually, I made it home.
I thought, "These tales are tales for garden gnomes
and fake elven heroes."
and with that I finished my wine
and went to sleep.
For, I am just a man.
Just a lost one, you see?
There's no hope from a man that's like me.
NBURNS 2010
Kate Nov 2012
Was there anything too remote to say,
To the people in your life?
I think I lost the will to really care,
Can everything really be alright?

The pens of the aftermath have skattered to the winds
And the pages of the lost have been inked beyond repair
I spoke to the homeless man
(But I did not really understand anything he had to say)


Sometimes I think my minds a "Pandora's Box"
There's not really anything in it that anyone
would really understand...
And though sometimes I fear
that I lost the key,
I end up realizing,
why I'm too scared to scream.
Nikita Jul 2015
Broken windows
Shattered dreams
Fragments skattered
Its not what it seems

It may look like I want an easy life
It may look like I want a hard life
It may look like I'm a coward
It may look like I'm a super hero

It may look like alot of things
But at the end of the day
Its not what it seems.

— The End —