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New Year's Regret
Sometimes I look at my hands and wonder about how I've grown. And with the new year's come and gone, I've been looking over the last two years and how these hands have been broken by anger, and how the warm blood in them have comforted me when I'm sad. I've felt my nails cut into me when I'm over the edge. I've felt my soft palms run through my head when I'm so close to that nothingness. These hands have held me together when I'm breaking down. These hands have acted as containers for my rage.
By Jacob Harold8 years ago in Poets
Nature Caressing Me
The earth below my feet grounded me. I was connected to the trees through the roots in the ground beneath my body. The wind brushing against my ears and skin, softly playing through my hair. It gave me a hug as it disintegrated me into air. The loud beauty of the rushing water could be heard from the lake nearby. No flowers around me, but I didn't mind. There were tall green trees instead. Only one bird could be heard. Hypnotized by its song, I followed and found a red jay. My eyes glued to it, until it flew away. If only I could perfectly explain how I see everything, but the words could only flow through the sensation of nature caressing me.
By Ophelia Jade8 years ago in Poets
