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March Leebird Poem
If you talk too much my head very well may explode; for fear you will not stop.
I will think too much, my brain full of selfish thoughts.
Moth on the wall; you never fall.
You taunt the souls that occupy the earth.
Stalking the journeys that every human, every species, every biotic being will take.
Flower in the ground; you cannot end your life.
you fill people with sweet aromas with your presence.
you have a full life to lead, why waste such a thing?
Girl of the past; you have branded me with feelings i will never throw away.
Copyright © March Leebird | Year Posted 2014
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March Leebird Poem
only the sweet leaf can set me free, slyly bringing a smile to my face.
only the sweet leaf can see my future, for it is the thing closest to me.
only the sweet leaf will stick with me through the years, it fixes my imperfections.
when did it feel right? the answer; from the beginning, never ending.
how is this possible? the answer; is anything really impossible?
ask yourself, should you really judge a person for what makes them happy?
the answer; no.
so now i sit in this structure, accompanied only by my feelings, thoughts, and the sweet leaf.
my mind is racing, wondering how such judgement is possible?
i realize i should be careful, but am i not?
the answer; i am.
the sweet leaf could be considerd a work of art, this amaterur piece of rythmical writing could, aswell.
my life is free now, my life is clear.
i love you, sweet leaf. though you cant hear.
Copyright © March Leebird | Year Posted 2014
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March Leebird Poem
what happened to you? usually it wouldnt phase you.
you seem different, distant, resistant.
you've changed.
is there anything i can do to help?
slowly you're changing. its leaving an emotional welp.
in the past my heart has hurt, but you were the one who nutured it back to health.
now you're not you, no longer a rainbow.
filled with blacks and grays you sit there, staring into space.
it is a physical slap to the face.
though you say i shouldnt blame myself, it's my job to make sure you're content.
im tired, im sad. this time with you was the best ive ever had.
the emotions and thoughts coarsing through my brain, have me spent.
so lets bottle up your menthol breath, for which the cost is death, and put it to good use.
we can revive the feelings once felt, we can bring this love back to life.
you and me, me and you.
Copyright © March Leebird | Year Posted 2014
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March Leebird Poem
i toss and turn, restless in my sleep.
the thoughts of the days events seem to make me angry.
my music cant help me, the sweet leaf cant help me.
im starting to fear what lies ahead in a deep sleep.
i must stay awake.
i must know the answer.
will i ever be loved?
will i ever have the means to give my love?
or will i continue to lay in sorrow and disgust at the mere existence of my being.
then i remember something.
being a nerd doesnt completely suck.
a qoute from my favorite move; time to nut up or shut up.
Copyright © March Leebird | Year Posted 2014
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