Rise my seedling From gentle bed of soil Life is waiting

The garden isn't safe Little seedling

Others may tell you lies That those giants Are your friends But im here to tell you different

We are special, little bulb We aren't vegetable Such petty plucking

Rise, seedling Come see the world we rule

Rise and feed

#poetry #spooky

early

I loved morning As a child. It meant Awakening. It meant Engaging. Then as I grew Mornings became routine. They were the dot Instead of the continuation.

I'm trying, To remember, why?

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far removed from pain is not the hearts origin.

strength which grows despite brambles. grows dense.

pain is the hearts fire

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I am all the things, I ever wished I was. Then again, I'm a terrible judge of character.

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I used to think of palm trees as fireworks in full bloom that littered the walkways next to wafting sage brush shades and shadow on sunny days Littering the boardwalk

#poem #quickThought

I feel like I'm the wind. Wrapping myself into any shelter. Anything to stay, Then a tug. A longing to leave. From where I can't stay. That I've got to grow That I've got to build into a gust That I need to be a tornado Tearing the trees from roots Roaring across plains.

I feel like I'm the wind That just came off the ocean

#poem #poetry

See the places on the screen Those places you have dreamed of going. Those foods you've never eaten. Those friends you haven't met.

See them on the screen.

Let the envy build Till one day You find you've run away Your friends will be so happy

To see you on the screen

#poem #poetry #watchingToMuchAmazingRace

Tragedy is a present. That waits, As a patient bud, blooming in pity and fear.

Rarely a surprise.

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You waved as I passed. For eternity you were nothing until just now, forgotten. flooding memories all of 'you' is back. and it's not the pain So I stop, wave back then pull myself together

#poem #poetry

I used to think of palm trees as fireworks in full bloom that stood as vanguards next to wafting rose perfumes shades and shadow on sunny days.

Litter the boardwalk

#poetry