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Best Poems Written by Bodhi Darner

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Apple Juice

Sun ripe and rotten flavor.
Thousand seconds gone as panic blares.
Shown in laughter calls and scalding winters.
Throw emotion to the wolves and see how it fares.

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Fire Catchers

Capture emotions
Like fireflies in a jar.
Catch times
Like a dream catcher.

If I could stop these times
And nestle a home in these feelings,
I’d live here forever
Feeding off salted almonds and music

Soon there’s a break
Will you grow away from me?
I know my worries are foolish
But i’d like to capture you

Like words in a poem,
I hope they’ll hold this moment still.
So I can live in it forever
And ignore life once we drift

Would you care if I did?
Be bitter that i’d ignore you,
Just ti write you on paper
So i’d have you even after I lost you.

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Watching For January

I’m watching the turn of a year
 as if that’ll help things make sense
The new blossoming flowers 
The trees turn inside out

Feel the world flip
As it does each year
Throwing us off 
Until we learn to write the number differently

Some of us hate the change
Force it to the back of our minds
Scoff at those who embrace it
And refuse to acknowledge the blood to our heads

Others adore it
They try hard to try again
Though they’ll never make it
Because no year is good or bad

Nothings good or bad
Morals dont exist
Our sense of kind and evil
Is based on social teachings

So promise to break free
But know that you wont
Watch as the sun falls
Feel the silent hum of the earth

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Uprooted

I wonder what she’d say
would she stare in wonder?
cry in disdain?
Fear for my fickle bones.

When her child is rested into her flesh
No more than fertilizer, 
giving for the last time.
Will the earth mourn me?

And does this creature
of ancient bones and colossal mystery
know how we think of her?
are we simply ants long her back

If she could think, could see
would she even notice me
would she understand my sorrows
and tell me that i am allowed to weep

My tears recycle into my skin
and one day in my grave
My tears will water the roots
That were left for you

Tell me tales of tumbleweeds and moss
The roots they lack and how they run
Not meant to stay, always free
That i was not these plants.

“There are some who can live wild
no consistency, constant movement
and thats the best way for them to survive
but you, my dear, are a fragile flower

you were cut from your roots
and you’ve been slowly drying out
and now you can return to the earth
just a little longer you might regrow your roots”

I haven't written in an incredibly long time so this is far from good, but I missed writing here and just writing in general, so enjoy whatever this is.

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Hourglass Lungs

Sing a sad song
To the dust in the air
That slowly fills my lungs
Turning them into an hourglass

Counting down the seconds
Until i lose my grip
On what i worked so hard on
The edge of a cliff 

Feel the dirt and grass strain
To hold up my weight
I’ll fall anytime soon
Into the darkness i’d just gotten out of

The once beautiful winter sky
Now just looks red
Clouds like the claw marks i’ve left
Along my legs and arms

How do you run with no ground to run on?
You dont
Theres just space to fall from here
Just an echo to the empty and unknown

Distract 
Rather than trying to climb
Know no matter how far you get
The world will crumble you down

Try to enjoy the sunshine
The last few seconds it lasts
Even if the sunshine
Has turned into nothing but empty gas

Enjoy the last of sunflowers
Before endless dark drowns them out
And you’re left forever wondering
If they’re still there or the sun left them burnt

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Coming Out

Fluttering Blue Banners
Pink & White long behind
Hidden under the tiles, an adder
Teeth sharp as rock we’ll surely find

Large smiles and new energy
So young blooms breathe fresh air
Into lungs defeated by entropy
Feeding grins once diminished by a glare

How music lulls us sweetly 
In morning, in night, in rest
How the poisons kill deftly
And we ignore symptoms for the fest

Celebrate for new breath
Defeated by broken lungs
Turn away from threats of death
Her beauty never hears their tongues

They’ll surely kill us all
Or make the rest unending pain
But spring will be loved in place of fall
And if in Her stormy skies, we will reign

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No Sleep

Blue light seeps from the corners.
Its fluorescent under your lids,
A cool gap between the blanket,
And it lingers, always.

A reminder that you will never sleep.
The tv static turns to crunching.
Your dense bones become chalk;
Life grinds you like snow under an unaware boot.

Sleep, somehow, under the pressure.
Those things will creep back though,
They’ll whisper to you beautiful poems,
Winding twisting stories of your fears.

The monsters, the bloodshed and the lights:
Together they tell a stunning song,
Chime your fearful reasons for life,
And like a fool you will forget them as you wake.

Rise from your bed like a corpse.
The pillow sings new symphonies .
You want to cry but the sky in your eyelids dried them out.
Good things dont happen to bad people.

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Haunting

Wispy white lines through the earth 
the beat of your heart says you’re there 
but your hair, pail and thin 
says otherwise

I feel stars align 
perfectly in the sky 
every planet surrounds us 
like curious kids around a fight 

but still nothing can make me love you 
your eyes stare me down 
my mind reels 
as it watch his puppy brown swallow the whites whole 

You heart thrums through the ground like a drum. 
Yet I cannot see you 
Wispy and transparent 
Like a ghost.

Tell me would you hear me? 
If I lied to the winter air
 and told you I love you?
I doubt you would

 so what is expected?
Why are the dead so highly respected?
We’re not the same, they’ve no sympathy for the day 
and I’ve got no sympathy for them.

We chose our paths.
 Daisy paths or cemented trecks,
we go to different ways.
More and more I stop wishing you‘d stay.