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I am Nature I do nurture you all,
To dandle you in love ever I call.
I am mother I hold you in my lap,
I am teacher I teach you see map.

Gap you do not bring among you,
New path I show you walk in dew.
All of you are my children I love,
You are brothers, dear I do glove.

Coming in cycle of birth you fall,
Fondling you I hold up, you tall.
Wall of love shines you all stand,
My lap is bed of affection is land.

Green scene you do see is my veil,
I give crop and fruits as foods sail.
To know God I teach you to sing,
To fly to him you feel mind wing.

You come on wear wisdom as cap,
In my lap resting you dream, nap.
I am Nature I do nurture you all,
To dandle you in love ever I call.
Nature is mother and her lap is always opened for her children. She holds all with affection and teaches wisdom of caring. She fills land with green trees gives crops, fruits and by her grace we get food.  Nature teaches to know God. We realize the importance of universe observing Nature. Likewise a mother nature nurtures well. Being children of one world all should tie up relationship with universal brotherhood.  This poem up holds importance of a mother as well as importance of Nature. This is dedicated to the people of the world.
Anxiety is preparing yourself to say "here" when the teacher does attendance.
Anxiety is shaking so bad you can barely keep food on a spoon.
Anxiety is being so quiet that even your mind stops for a second.
Anxiety is never texting first because you feel needy.
Anxiety is not being able to walk up to the teacher to hand in a paper.
Anxiety is always sitting in the back of the class so you don't feel eyes know you.
Anxiety is being afraid. All the time. Afraid to love, to smile,  or even to say hello.
Anxiety is only having a few friends because it's hard to talk to people you don't know.
Anxiety is wanting to talk to the cute boy who sits across from you, but you're afraid of him knowing the real you.
Anxiety is finally saying hello

20 times in your head
Innocence is the days when
I thought that monsters
lived under the bed rather
than slept right beside me.

It was the times I feared
heights almost as much as
I now fear brooding stares.

Back when I thought
passionate love was the
only kind worth having
— that I now wish for a
lover who loves quietly.

Innocence was thinking
danger was an ill-advised
adventure, not a man.

It was admiring a tornado
heart and not realizing the
damage it would cause.
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 Sep 2015 Shadow Paradox
ThePoet
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

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“Today I held a gun to my mouth and it dissolved as quickly as I thought about you.
I laughed and laughed
and felt the moon pulling my skin away from my bones.
the silent forever of a halfway heart.
Sometimes I sew threads of your hair into the sleeves of my jacket
but when I say your name out loud; it burns.
The angels tell me this is poets breath.
And gravity falls past me; I call your ghost and say “this is where my body feels heavy.” And you tell me that it hurts to forget.”
— But the moon doesn’t have its own light and I guess I don’t either.
#Verbalreigns
Ink
“I write because there is a fire inside me that only ink can put out.”
You breathe my name into
your chest, letting me settle
like dust into your bones.

Tethering me to this moment,
eyes fierce, burning as vibrant
as tiger lilies in a vengeful sun.

Your fingers burning holes in
our sheets, leaving remnants
of their disgust in my scars.

Even to this day I cannot stay
up for the sunrise, I find your
taste infused on my tongue.

And I'm still left to wonder if it
was Lucifer I saw in your eyes
or the gods that condemned me.
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"Love is not painful.
The absence of love is painful."
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