#senseofplace
Looking scary
Sharp edges
It keeps people away
No one wants to talk to you
Perfection
No stress or anxiety
Until you realize you have no friends
No friends
Depression only
Then you find someone
Who really likes flowers
Regardless of what they look like
And with that person you can bloom
There are these rules that tell us
Boys can’t like flowers
So then we are turned away
Sports are what we are supposed to like
But once you sit down in front of a flower
And really stare at it
You realize these beautiful plants
Contain so much complexity
So many colors
Shapes designed over years of adaptation
But because I am a boy I can not appreciate it
Thank you world
The Heron
A graceful hunter
An observant animal
Carefully it watches
Slowly it moves
Then like a bullet
In and Out
It catches prey
Once sensing danger
With these slow, careful movements
It glides over the water
For safety and food
Self-Reliance
I talked to a man today
He was talking about the land
The water
But he was not allowed to talk
About what was happening
“Magic” he said
He could not talk about Global Warming
Freedom of Speech
We as a country created this right
But now we aren’t following it
This country is backwards
This world is backwards
Here I stand
A dead tree
The world moves on around me
Life, I am surrounded
Yet I am hollow
I am not me
I am a dead tree
But life moves on
You can hide in plain sight
A natural protection
We use it too
We act differently so we fit in
I am guilty
You are guilty
It is not easy being yourself
In a world where people will stomp on you
Unless you can use Camouflage
Far away from his home
How did he get here?
It does not matter
He has his shell
He can go wherever he wants
I am jealous
I am like a snail
I need to stay home in order to have
Protection
Enough Said
Risk is scary
It’s hard to do something without much thought
My mind is always racing
But my most favorite memories
Are from the risks I take
Beauty in Danger
At this point
We might as well called it
Our rubber footprint
We are stomping on all of nature
With our rubber soles
And we keep making better ones
Regardless of the cost
It’s not until we start walking all over ourselves
That we will realize what the problem is
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