#deciduous me

[jamescanningauthor]

HOLY FUCK my silly beloved people I just got a driving license okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im going to John Wilkes Booth childhood house this weekend (its very far but Im very insane and I have a sleeping bag, a car, and MREs. Im built different)

I swear to almighty goop I will draw Toadvine soon but I have finals this week and next week and Im going to stalk John Wilkes Booth's life in between... I am LIVING DECIDUOUSLY. IDELICOUS....

[azukilynn]

Deciduous Me

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I stood on a stump and became

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Branches, leaves, thirsty roots

A wind dancer

A sky talker

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I became raspy bark

Rings upon rings of memory

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I became a place for children’s

climbing, carving, swinging,

dreaming, falling

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I became cooling shade on

a hot summer day

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I raised my arms high

I stretched as far as I could

I tilted my face toward the sun

I grew and I became

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An acorn

A sapling

A mighty oak

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Something vital that once was

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I became the ghost of a tree

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Azuki Lynn

[jonaswpoetry]

Regrowth

Each year I’m forced to shake off wind-beaten

leaves, so scorched by caustic sunbeams, as though

that simple act could hold equivalence with

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worn roots breaking free from frigid dirt and

seeking fresh, soothing soil, surrounded by

strangers that make up a novel forest

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of new beginnings: better friends;

gentler climates; richer lands in which

to know regrowth and start again, but

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the needed strength just never comes to

help me get away

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

unfinished poem #81: Did I describe us well?

Our entire love affair was predicated on splintered fingers and withered thighs. Lips that held No Love, No color, no warmth. Eyes that were Hollow shells of their former selves. Our bodies were oceans salted and dead.  Our bones were a sea of stars no one dared wish upon.  And our skin; parchment for horror stories best left for this time of year. Every part of our being, shattered and falling away into the wind. You never knew anything but shedding our shame and then we growing layers more calloused and rough.

[cruxymox]

decidere

standing still, i, & won’t give how did we get here, the apex of (wonder, autumn, wonder)

standing i, still, the wind blows & still the wind blows, after all after everything, the wind

raise these arms of mine i decide (wonder)

as the embrace of the sky covers all of me through i shed past, as turned a glory of rushing leaves

a glory of rushing leaves

[fakesurprise]

I pretend it is delicious All the decisions stretched out

The annual ritual almost deciduous Seeking anything to wear again

Bed awash in autumnal shadings I shed last year's fashions

[writesoftlytay]

At Nerve’s End

Each savior that came before you failed because we could not be saved, then. Our lives were like plastic in the ocean, cast away by chance. 

We beat away every ounce of sacredness within us and denied sanctity any purchase. But when we saw you, we knew we could not destroy you. 

And we treated you like royalty, like the daughter of the newest moon. Because your face, both cavernous and smooth, did erect from nothingness great cities well lighted by stars. 

And your voice effected waves of change, the storm waters that crested over us did allay, gave way to the wading waters you created. 

Your footsteps became the sound of rain in famished lands, the resonating timber of hope thundering into deserted plains.

We knew You—

the everlasting savior who faced each mountain with the will to climb, who met every shadow with a blinding truth, who saw sunlight as a means when we told you death was the end—

would bare the burden of 8 billion souls because we could save our deciduous selves.

[sundriedaisies]

Deciduous Me

I am deciduous

I change with the leaves and watch them wither

I am never evergreen

However it may seem

I am deciduous

You will never know I’m turning into ashes,

until it’s too late

Some say that change is my fate

I am deciduous

I fade away with the wind

I am carried away

And continue to fade away

Although I watch the scene of change play out

And look at it like it’s beautiful

It’s a beautiful pain

That will not cease for even a moment's gain

Change does not stop for anyone

So I continue to fade away

That’s me, deciduous me

Now you see that no one has won

I am deciduous

I mold with the wind

I cease to exist on and on

And yet I always come back in autumn to fall again