Its spring,
And its
Rainy-days
And thunderstorms
And in spring, I dream of lightning striking me and filling me with light and life and electricity, and then knocking me cold.
Its summer
And its
Too-hot-to-move
And sunburns
And in summer, I dream of my skin peeling away, and my muscles and organs rotting into nothingness until all thats left is bones.
Its autumn
And its
Plants-slowly-dying
And droughts
And in autumn, I dream of not being able to find water, and shriveling up like a raisin and my brain shutting off.
Its winter,
And its
Nothing-but-death
And cold
And in winter, I dream of the snow enveloping me and choking me and freezing me until Im blue and my lips are purple.













Comments
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Animals please keep your humans on a leash....
"One Radical Poet With a Social Collar"
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.don't be different because everyone else is different. .be different because everyone else is exactly the same.
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Animals please keep your humans on a leash....
"One Radical Poet With a Social Collar"
This is wonderful. I did a similar poem called "Seasonal Bliss" but I think this is better.
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.don't be different because everyone else is different. .be different because everyone else is exactly the same.
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