Let Me Grow Roots

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I was germinated in a bag,
Transplanted into a small pot.
Before I was even full of leaves,
There had been thousands of pots
Of many colors.

As a sapling, I grew strong,
My bark was thick from all the moving
I had done as a seed.
My roots were weak,
But my leaves were large.

When a small tree, I learned something;
My roots didn’t have the time to grow.
I could stay strong regardless of my pot,
Regardless of how many different plants I was not.
My roots could grow strong.

Finally, I decided I was done with all of this.
I wanted to stay still, stand still, and just that.
Let Me Grow Roots, for once in my life.
Let Me Grow Roots, so I can grow large.
I can live on the move, but Let Me Grow Roots.

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Let it Burn

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The soft crackle of burning wood,
A constant rushing sound of river,
An overhang of creaking branches,
And glowing embers in the bridge.

Let it Burn and fall down,
Let it collapse to the ground,
Allow it to disappear,
Allow the end to come near.

One side is already gone,
Only ashes of remembrance,
Let it go, and Let it Burn,
It’ll be best for all.

Let the fire take hold,
Let the flames melt the gold,
What used to look safe,
Was built in the wrong place.

Let it Burn, Let it drown
Let the fire take it down,
Let it Burn, let it fall,
Let it be gone, once and for all.

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Sonder

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There are so many things that happen every day. Lives come and go with each passing second all around the world. The people around me live lives just as complex and detailed as mine, yet some of them are just a background character in the back of my life, appearing only once as an extra who decided to be there where I was while I was there.

Every day, new thoughts emerge, new ideas are created. There is a new future in constant development, being affected by so many people you are completely unaware of. There are young teenagers putting together bands and practicing with their hearts on their sleeves, and some of them will become well known. There are people discovering their passions and goals in life; finally figuring out what makes them be the way they are.

Without much thought, it’s easy to forget that there are people suffering. There are hearts being broken every day, but there is also love being found all around the world. Some of them will last years, others will last days or months, and some will last until they die, but all of them are continuously occurring without our recognition. The world continues to spin on its axis regardless of our awareness.

All around the streets, cities, states, and countries, there are animals being born, stories being created in areas that we will never explore underground, in the sky, among the lakes and seas. Trees grow ever so slowly and every day it’s safe to assume that a large chunk of trees collapse and then begin to decompose so new things can grow. On the flip side, there are also seeds sprouting, saplings growing, plants fertilized…

Life is all around us, whether we are aware of it or not. Everyone, not just those around me, has a complex life and story of their own. Every face I see and every person and creature I pass has a unique story that only they are writing. Life is all around us.

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We Are All Plants

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We are all plants on this planet called Earth,
We look at ourselves and wonder what we’re worth.
Do we have nice bark, flowers, or leaves?
Do we have what it takes to be pollinated by bees?

We look at each each and struggle to understand,
We are all just plants with a different water demand.
Some of us prefer the sun, others need the dark,
But on this planet Earth, all us plants leave a mark.

For some nurture the soil, while others nurture air.
We all do our best to pretend that life is fair.
We are scared, and we are fragile, terrified of pain.
We protect ourselves differently, but we protect ourselves the same.

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Temptation of a Burnt Bridge

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I’ve been looking down at the remains of a bridge I burnt,
Wondering how bad the wounds I left had hurt.
I pondered the materials needed if I wanted to fix it,
But then I remembered there was I reason I burnt it.
There’s another island with bridges of its own,
And I’m well aware, to this day it’s burned one,
So it’s still connected to the island you stay,
But despite this connection, I prefer to stay away.

I burnt that bridge mostly because of you,
Given that you didn’t want to cross too.
I remember crossing the bridge whenever I had time,
But it seemed it wasn’t as often as you’d like.
So the bridge was burned because it wasn’t used,
It was only there to accumulate mold and mildew.

I admit to the fact that I don’t know everything,
But you should know the sarcastic jokes sting.
However, in a way they aren’t entirely lies,
I’ve started taking care of myself, to the world’s surprise.
And without much more thought, the temptation was no more,
Mostly because I have much bigger things in store.

For despite my empathy of your island’s pain,
The words you speak are not said in vain.
They act as a pesticide, keeping pests away,
Since that’s what I seem to be, on my island I’ll stay.
I am no longer that selfless fool,
Taking away from myself and used as a tool.
I am a tree growing big and strong,
I am the lyrics to my island’s song.

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Chirps

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As I lay here in bed staring at the world in my hands,
My eyes grow heavy and my thoughts begin to dance.
The bright light of the world lulls me to sleep,
But there’s something outside stuck on repeat.

I let myself drift away, allow my eyes to slip shut,
But just as I relax, something wakes me back up.
There are these incessant chirps just outside my window.
I swear, this damn cricket is going to drive me up a wall.

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Moonlight

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Under the moonlight the world doesn’t feel so dark.
It lights up the world without leaving a mark.
Its soft, gentle touch covers all the land,
Bringing about serenity with its steady-held hand.
A feeling of calmness under all its kingdom,
Spreading an ever-growing sensation of freedom;
But even in the moonlight, shadows are cast,
They stretch and reach back towards the past,
Serving as a reminder that the moon’s glow
Will be gone in the morning of tomorrow
As the night rolls, the moon will disappear
And with its departure returns our fear
For even in sunlight, clear as day,
We cannot keep our shadows away.

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