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The leaves on my oak tree never fall, They cling to their green through each season’s call. While grass may wither as autumn descends, It springs back to life, as the cycle transcends. In the chill of the air, when the colors fade, My heart stays steadfast, in your love I'm laid. For though time may change what the world can bestow, My...

A life of luxury I live in peace I have quiet nights I have slow mornings I have everything they cant I was born this way With privilege They arent Yet they are resilient They are dandelions Sprouting through dry concrete I am a rose Drowning in the window sill It is both amazing and disapointing I have the resourses to take the world And...

Why do I stand here, screaming? Into this stormy weather. Do I want to be heard, or am I to afraid? To get noticed… Why does it have to be? All or Nothing! I have you, I am happy. No one gets me, the world falls apart. Trying, but not hard enough Doing it all at once, no focus Try to focus, nothing gets done Screaming! So loud, but nothing. Fall...

I don’t know how To be in love How far does one have to fall? I’ve not exercised That muscle It’s barely moved at all I’ve had an inkling Or two But never reciprocated And I now feel I’m too late To try participating

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

He does not ask the forest to witness his courage. He walks where roots remember and leaves forget. No drum announces him. No crown waits on his brow. He carries his law in silence, and silence obeys. He was never meant to bend for meat, never shaped to dance for approval. What he takes, he earns. What he keeps, he guards within. Alone is not...