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Green was a horrible color
For God to paint the leaves,
Every summer it seems to smother
Every other beautiful color.
Several colors would be best;
We need diversity in leaves,
Instead they blend with all the rest
Turning green at spring's behest.
In autumn I briefly get my wish
Seeing these red and yellow leaves
Serving us beauty on a silver dish
Before giving way to winter's kiss.
For God to paint the leaves,
Every summer it seems to smother
Every other beautiful color.
Several colors would be best;
We need diversity in leaves,
Instead they blend with all the rest
Turning green at spring's behest.
In autumn I briefly get my wish
Seeing these red and yellow leaves
Serving us beauty on a silver dish
Before giving way to winter's kiss.
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
This Heat
This heat is not a temperature
It is a weight, a drag on ones bones.
It settles around ones shoulders, limply hanging.
It is a slope towards shadows and places of rest,
A climb up level open cliffs called parking lots.
One steps inside, and over the course of long minutes
It uncoils and falls away in thick salty layers.
To go back and take them up again is herculean.
Literature
La fantasma
Es la voz que habla en mi mente,
The voice that talks in my head...
Se enchansa por mis pensamientos,
It expands throughout my thoughts...
Siempre sabe lo qué estoy pensado,
I always know what she's thinking...
I promise you that it is about to get me,
No soy la fantasma - soy ella...
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