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 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
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on a hill stood wicked tree
a single root, branches three

one branch was war
one branch was want
one branch was greed
horrid haunt

its root was pride
its power great
acid soil of perfect hate

its bark like scabs
sulfuric green
a stunted growth
twisted . mean

lichen of ignorance
crusted there
on the north side
of despair

black mushrooms
sprouted from its pores
growing from
starvation's spores

and yet it thrived and gave its fruit
they were put forth by the root

these carried seeds to plant in season
they want it growing for some reason

they plant it lone upon a hill
where it can grow
it's growing
still

it grows from you
it grows from me
we feed that hateful

wicked tree


soulsurvivor
rewritten
(c) 6/13/2015
first draft 2014
when will we water
LOVE
?

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 Jun 2015
Saparonia Holliday
The dream world is this world
Waking up can be confusing
Being born is confusing
Takes a while to learn coordination
To fly
 Jun 2015
Poetic T
I stood on a cloud of shaded white,
It was soft under my feet, as if not
Touching, more gliding under foot.

I was mesmerized by the sight seen
As if I was upon an ocean of shaded
Whites as they moved under me.

I ebbed forward to touch this motion
Below, to touch upon what was like
Silk, and then upon my hand one left.

As if a million snow flakes glided up
Like blossom falling in reverse, there
Were butterflies in heaven.

I stood on a cloud of shaded whites,
As they fluttered around me, calmness
Filled me and I knew I would be alright.
 Jun 2015
Arlo Disarray
I'm riding a myriad of emotions
and you and I are in the same boat
As we travel the enormous oceans
The sharks want to rip out our throats

As the dingy is sinking,
And I'm just left there thinking
"When I try to breathe, instead I am drinking"

Then we're finally dissolved into the sea
You're disintegrated right into me
Yes, this is how we're meant to be
"love" is a disturbingly powerful thing.

— The End —