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Feeling in: Green

Green is the color of life.

It is the leaves in the early

summer,

singing lazy lullabies as the

breeze gently kisses them.

 

Green is gentle, the grass, once

covered by the oppressive snow,

yet it rises up still.

It is soft between your toes as

the sun tickles your skin.

Green is what it feels like to 

be alive.

 However.

Green is murky.

It hides the corruption of

greed that sticks to the bottom

of our shoes and never seems to come

off.

Green is indifferent. It

is the witness paid off,

a secret kept with bribes.

It doesn’t care who is hurt, it

just wants its payoff.

Green is natural, and slimy,

like a pond filled with algae.

We don’t want part of green,

but with one comes the other.

It’s a package deal,

no returns.

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“Life is poetry.”

“Life is poetry,” she said,

“Our senses are the imagery,
painting to world for us,
yet each person sees it
differently.
That is beauty.
That one thing can be a thousand
just because we make
so.

Our emotions make up
metaphors.
We compare our love, pain,
desperation, and joy to the tragically
beautiful things we surround ourselves
with, because they make us feel less,
feel put together, less
broken.

Our bodies make up the
rhythms.
Our hearts pound, our blood
races, our bodies sway.
Our bodies,
they are the rhythms, always
in motion, never resting because
resting is to surrender and these words
must
be
heard.

Life is poetry.”

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Fragile Worlds

How is it that I can feel so
empty and still,
even though I know my body
will not cease to move until I am dead?
Why does the world keep turning
even when I am sure this must be the end?
Why does life pursue
while we are killing each other,
killing ourselves?

How can we be so ignorant?
Our world, our lives,
are ones of fragile glass.
Just waiting to be broken.

Just waiting.

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