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Darkness

I saw the evening sky

Missing it's stars, how

Beautiful the dark can be,

Bellowing blues breathing

Against purple palms against

The infinite black, how silent

The sky when it's eyes are closed.

The stars do not weep and the

Moon appears without a crescent

Smile. Everything and nothing

Combined over head, we often

Overlook the beauty of the dark

By counting constellations and

Man-made dreams of conquering

The moon, we divert our eyes to

The brightest we can find. But,

What is bright without dark. What

Will you count on when the sky

Chooses not to weep, chooses

Not to smile.

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Nature speak

I let nature speak

For me, for I too

Feel lost, at times,

Trying to find my way,

Like snowfall in the

Springtime, i often

Feel cold in the sunlight

I try so hard to smile

But sometimes there

Are tear streaks on

The window, i let

Nature speak for me,

The thunder rumbling

Through the whole sky

Fills the hole of silence

In my soul that leaps

Out to every lightning

Bolt in the misshapen sky

I lie to the mirror, i cover

My eyes with gray clouds

To block the vision of

My lips being tidal waves

Of misery crashing against

My sand-white body. I let

Nature speak through me,

I will never not cry when it rains,

I'll never not slip under covers

As snow falls around me. And,

I'll always smile when the sun

Arrives.

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Ah, nature's essence

Breathing into the morning

Air, pumping beauty

And euphoria in such a

Glorious manner, dancer

Clouds strutting across

The blue stage, sunflower

Petals saunter as meandering

Mums sway calmly in the

Clarinet wind as it whistles

Around pouting peonies

Fanning their dandelion

Sisters as they daintly

Wave to orange canaries

With fistfuls of berries

That dripped down the

Amber sunlight, splattering

Against lazy elm trees,

That gaze upon yellow

Fields, where I stand in

The naked world, unafraid

To show it's beauty to all

That will notice.

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I feel alone, when

Walking between

Tall buildings and

Passing faces, but

Amongst the trees

I find comfort in the

Lack of conversations

Through perseverance

Of wild flowers and

Tadpoles that skip

Like heartbeats across

The water, i find peace

In purple sunflowers,

Solidarity in the sun as

I lay my head amongst

The muddy banks of a

Murky river, lazy in its

Motion, a lackluster flow

I stow my emotions under

A pile of rainbow leaves

That fell to the sound of

The rise of Autumn. The

Colors fall in a kaleidoscope

Whirl under a sleepy sun,

I catch the leaves in my

Palm and watch them slip

Down my fingertips, torpeding

Down to a soft ground, my

Head does not rise, i relax

My eyes as sunlight jumbles

Onto my eyelashes that gropes

The air like paint brushes in

A cataclysm of easels, i sleep

Until winters birth and the new

Snow covers naked trees that

Beg for the beginning of spring.

I gather my things and wonder

Back to the city where people

Don't care about the colorful

Leaves anymore, they just

Cover themselves until

Spring begins.

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Her beauty shone through tree gaps of evergreen leaves and red cardinals. She laid on a field of white daisies in a blue cotton dress. Her blonde hair curled around flowers as the wind flicked the hem of her dress across her knees. She smiled, white pearls under rose lips, her body moved with her laugh, her laugh brought petals to the ground in a symphony of frolicking tones and as the notes struck the ground i found there is nothing more beautiful than the sound of her.

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Thank you

The biggest thing

I've learned from

Nature is quiet patience.

Through phases of

Loneliness, I lay under

Rubbled rambles under

Buckeye trees, witnessed

Its silence and poise even

If the whistling wind

Ruffled their feathers,

Most days clear rain appears

And the weather vane

Spins in 360, birds and

Squirrels halted their

Squabbles until rains

Death midday. See,

I never had a dad but

Sometimes the Elm trees

Held me so high i felt like

I was flying. The sun taught

Me to exhume salutations

Even if I'm unrecognizable

In the situation, brushing

Off specs of soot from

Dancing dandelions,

I find beauty needs some

Attention before it is

Noticed, the brown eyed

Fawn slowly sipping from

The teal lake taught me

To digest everything slowly,

The lemon colored apple

Tree taught me i could

Be anything i need to be for me.

Nature has taught me to

Grow and laugh and adore,

It showed me that the path

Will end somewhere beautiful,

If only i show up quietly,

And at my own gentle pace.

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Without the presence

Of wind, the trees

Appear to have lungs

As the branches

Breathe and the leaves

Heave in an exchange

Of slow exhalation,

Puffing up, swelling

Their chests they grow

To twice their size,

My eyes focus on the

Lies that trees tell

Under the morning sun,

Shining over the pink

Skyline, wavering over

Solid clouds with a hundred

Eyes that drip out tears

In search of truth,

Spouting out spurts of

Honesty onto the engorged

Elms, inflated pines with

Stiff spines, the cherry tree

Crescendo that fell, like

His vast brothers, deflated,

Traded their lungs for air,

Honesty in their weakness,

Acceptance in a timid

Appearance, an unfathomable

Want to speak it's truth,

I want to be as strong as you.

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Highway Sonata

The Orange sun,

That sets on a neon

Pink sky, beats down

Against the asphalt,

Halting my eyes feet

In front of me, as a

Mirage appears of

Dancing with tomorrow,

Sorrowed and saggy eyes

I've seen this all before,

The purple flowers that

Rest at the edge of the

Road, settling on the

Bottom of a hilltop treetop,

As the sky grows dim the

Trees shadowed outlines

Causes a highway hypnosis,

Double doses i overdose

On the surroundings as

Blue jays soar to their

Homes and white spotted

Deer dance across four

Lanes, the engine hums

In unison with the way

The wind blows, fresh

Air dips its head in my

Open window as I strum

Against the steering wheel,

Calling sirens and eclectic

Music from passerbys. Rise

The moon as my eyes

Bloom at crescent shapes

That taper off the day before,

Soaring songs come from

Nearby trees and a garrulous

Brook in the distance speaks

Of hymns they learned from

Water lillies that preach songs

As they drift into eternity,

Pertinent breaths from the

Stars dance across green

And blue cars, that sing

In unison, a highway

Sonata that cost nothing

But silence and attention.

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Nature's suicide

A honeysuckle sun

Once in a passion fruit

Sky blends into a

Dragon-berry sunset

Over a family of maple

Trees with a cashmere

Scent and lace leaves,

That laced like familiar

Hands, hovering over

Maroon dirt and ceramic

Rocks that reflect warm

Sunrises off their countenance,

Sounds like ping pong dreams

And gleam unto a green soaked

Pond that laid below a navy

Blue waterfall which falls

Like daylight, with passion,

Overflowing emotions gust

Over soak stained rocks

And i find myself drowning

In nature's sadness, I dump

My tears into the exhausted

River that lapped at my rosy

Cheeks, i give my last breathe

To breathe lace and sunlight,

Suicidal by nature, i concede

To natures suicide.

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Rain drips on fir trees

Outside my window

Gray clouds hang

Miserably overhead

The sun is quiet or

Hiding under blankets

Just like me.

Loneliness is found

Hiding in comfortable

Places, i have found.

Sadness is found in loud

Music so you have a reason

To be tuned out.

Pain is not just cuts

and stitches, but goodbyes

And medical bills.

A heart is not just a pump

But an empathetic torch

Lit up until tomorrow.

The human mind is still being

Discovered, by humans that want

To help and hurt.

My soul isn't just who I am,

It's what the pen leaves on paper.

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Swallowing mourning

I dreamed in

The early morning

That i swallowed the

Sunlight whole, golden

Bursts seeped through

My wrists, gold and blood

Coupled as rust puddling

On brushed concrete

I masticated the sunlight

At midnight, picking at

The moon for dessert

Until a hangnail is

Left on a salted quartz

Plate, hand picking stars

To pick at my teeth, stardust

Gripped my lips, ether, dripping

Off my tongue, i sung songs

Under halted breathe, of destroying

Beauty , consuming the consummate

Love of natural consequences,

Gnawing at the ebbs and flows

Of mundanity and repetition,

My recognition is how i devoured

All of God's beauty, becoming

An angel, gasping on star residue,

Choking on yellow rays, my body

Plays a song of days no longer

Remembered, of nights holding

On by the ember trapped in

My eyes, i rise hungry every

Morning, and beauty mourns

The sounds of pouring rain

From my eyes.