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Sudzedrebel Apr 2021
i am on a disk
and the pale, blue dot
is paler than ever before
above me
is more blue
a simulated sky
and a basin we've come to call
our shores

uncoupled
untethered and undeterred

there's a tree in my yard
whose roots reach
the barriers of our world
they long to touch
that void
that would see the waves
we tide
frozen still
SomaSonata Mar 2021
Some days
I like the way the world has changed
I want to kiss you and smile
And jump and shout
But my feet stay grounded
And the feelings won't pour out
Oceans no longer divide our hearts
I'd like to think we'd never cry apart
Moment's notice I'm running out
Birthdays on sunny Saturdays
Car keys
ID
Last rights
Secretive admirations and sweet nothings
Following the waves ashore to their destinations
One night
It's late and there's a light still on in a single room
From the break of dawn on into the afternoon
Prodigal sons and heavenly daughters
Carefree times to embrace the things that really matter
And then comes Sunday
Today
I hold my breath and wait
Will the love reciprocate?
Can the givers learn to take?
One day maybe I will finally understand
What it meant to take your hand
What you said, it lifted me
Sweet release, at last relief
Good night, goodbye
Sweet dreams
Last night I had this realization
Life's too short to live to hate
Tomorrow morning when I wake
I think I'll lay down some roots and be here to stay
And learn to live and laugh and enjoy myself
All this stinging pain has worn me out
As the blinding light gives way to night
Good night
City lights
Skylines
Headlines
Blessings all dressed up in disguise
Twist the truth but tell no lies
Good news these days is everywhere
Sometimes if you don't know where to look
It's hard to find but on the hook
Last gasp of breath but had a good time
Is what I'll say
Someday
Gemma Mar 2021
I planted their seeds some time ago now. I'm still struggling to set them free.

I want to chew them up and spit them out from where they grow inside of me.

I can feel them now, writhing around,
like poison ivy in my veins.

The bitter taste in the back of my throat,
as they creep up towards their escape.


It's too painful to even try to release them,
So for now I guess they'll stay.

My words are hiding within me, growing darker every day.

Twisting around all that I am and all that I can be.


Taking root withing my bones and soul, a dark forest inside of me.
Once the seed of something has been planted, the idea grows.  Harvest them or let them rot.
Lucas Mar 2021
the very roots
that nourish
also prevent
the tree
from moving
Alicia Moore Mar 2021
I’m interested in a free trial
to the south of soil.

Just a free trial, you see...

Resting for a while in the roots
To avoid such crushing daily disputes.
gypssywind Feb 2021
help me be like a tree
strong and mighty healing energy
let me be like the wind
always there
no beginning or end
guide my soul
as i start again.
sacred womb filled with deep desires
divine flame that lights my fire
guarding, guiding, dodging out the dark
unique individual
creating a spark.
my sacred spider spirit guide
i come to you within the night
weaves webs of hope on my thorn pricked thighs
morning rises
dew drops
drip on my bed
water heals my worried dread
reflections of truth
act as a reminder
to soften my heart and always be kinder
may i always remember
my destiny and who i was made to be
remove my ego and pride
so now i can see,
IN LA'KECH
i am u and u are me

Maya Ixchel Morales
Julia Feb 2021
tickle my roots
so i giggle and
jiggle my lymph.
dandelions thrive in crust
but i'm a prairie nymph.
my feet need
fluffy stuff like peat.
my leafs need
complete fairy rings
to hum the drumbeat
as the prairie sings.

how fortunate to meet
mycelium, come eat
where i sleep:
in Creatures' compost
replete with giggling
wigglers underneath
the brown and sticky
sticks betwixt
the Sun-fed sedges
on the edges
of the Forest.
mycorrhiza
English
Noun
(en-noun)
(biology) A symbiotic relationship between the mycelium of a fungus and the roots of a plant.
Svetoslav Feb 2021
forged in fires core
surrounded by dirt
prehistoric parents returned

flowers bloom in spring
connect positivity
giving others food

birds fly in air's waves
listening to the winds's guide
watching from world's roof

fishes swim
breathing what we cannot breathe
not knowing what's water
by Svetli
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