Her tears first started after she bit an apple.
The instructions were to not eat from the Tree of Knowledge.
She was deceived by a lurker in the grass and flipped the Earth on its head.
As she left the beautiful green garden, her tears sunk into the grasses giving it and everything else life.
Her tears poured out like a tsunami when her son murdered his brother over envy.
Her ears and eyes cried when she heard the screams of her daughters bearing new life.
No one cared about her tears as she was forced away from her home.
Nobody protected her from hands that didn’t belong near her body.
She and her sisters flooded the oceans and seas with salty tears from their swelled-up eyes.
She was never silent with her crying, but no one ever heard her.
Her body as well as those of her children were consciously buried at sea to avoid the atrocities that awaited them in the New World.
Her disobedience caused mankind to fall, but her children were innocent.
Initially.
But has she not cried enough?
Are her tears not an acceptable display of how sorry she is?
The Earth continues to be fertilized by her tears and she’ll never stop giving it life.
Her sons and daughters hate each other and are hated by individuals who are just like them.
She and her sisters left enough tears at their children’s graves to bring them back to life.
Her tears are scattered all over this Earth and yet she’s still crying for all of her children.
Won’t they just learn from their mother’s mistake so they won’t inherit her heavy heart and swollen eyes?

-Mia J
10-21-2020

© 2020 Mia J

Somewhere in the universe
There lies a lonely planet
With a billion manmade structures
And only a dozen people on it

They haven't heard a single word
Or felt it in the ocean tides
That other planets keep avoiding them
Because of their bad vibes

See, these people were the "greatest",
They were the "best", they all agreed
So much so that all the rest of us
Were turned to maggot feed

And so the last few dozen people
Couldn't share from what was left
They picked each other one by one
And continued their endless theft

Now these final dozen people
They already had it all
They were richer than God himself
And each one of them stood tall

But when they looked around
And they had no one to impress
No hills to climb, no stocks to buy
They got pretty depressed

When nature finally settled in
And ate all of their homes
She knocked three times and in she climbed
To find them all alone

She asked them each if they would go
And follow her to the unknown
They nodded thrice, she hypnotized
And gulped their bodies down

The earth stood still, the earth was quiet
And nature was content
The last few dozen people
Swallowed with every last cent

Every thing made,
Not from human-kind
As if humans knew
Kindness, From this earth
Has a song each its own.

The melodies of every stone
Of every branch, from every
Droplet of a wave,
The Wave itself
Lends a message that is held
Together by the sun.

The lyrics cast light
On every shadow
Drawing maps of age
And wisdom along a line of Ink
So fine that it remains hidden
Behind what it means to be alive.

Every thing is a seed
With its own song
Rooting up for no reason
Heavy, even as the weight
Of a raindrop tries to be measured
In its sheer amount, the music will
Outlast this and every season
Beyond this
the orchestra of time.

The ground burns
The soles of my feet
                 It’s not hot
                 I’m not shoeless
Simply put
My roots don’t sink deep enough within it

My eyes alight softly on pale velvet waxing,
Grace as weightless as a tilting feather,
Orbiting gently between tender arches,
Caressing the space that binds two hearts
And minds locked in a tidal waltz.

Waning, my gaze traces supple curves,
Outlining a crescent body
That reflects love’s radiant glow.
My pulse quickens, scarring the surface
With each rotation birthing a new phase.
Yet my sights return to distant beauty,
Teasing my soul to reach and embrace my muse,
Yielding to gravity’s ceaseless pull
Until we collide in a fervent embrace,
Two bodies merging in love’s ardent flame,
One forever bound to Earth’s eternal core.

Slowly taken away
What at some point
Felt like would be
Impossible to live without
Maybe for the best
Although that feels like a stretch
The heat of you means so much
Gives me space between time
And love to unwind when depressed
Despite confusion at times
Over the situation of our relationship
Wouldn’t trade places for anything
That would be a great waste
So as where we were withdraws
From the places once so familiar
Which are now merely nostalgia
They still hold such importance
New beginnings extend from the ending
And brings hope for reconciliation
That would be my preferred choice
Doesn’t always work like that
Sometimes relapses occur
Making you sink amidship
Crashing against the waves
As oceanic whirlpools stir wonderment
Tides drawing painterly crestfallen essences
Which create an atmosphere of resentment
Making pirates out of fishermen
Fleeting ships firing horrific elegance
Departing for lands of exploration
Returning when tired
And making amends
Slipping into old habits
Feeling an indifference within yourself
You thought things had changed
And they have

Lift me up to the highest height,                                                          ­        
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release me, I'm a bird in flight                                                           ­         
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Let the Earth's beauty fill me up,                                                              ­      
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until I'm breathless & had enough                                                           ­             
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Let me soar into the azure skies,                                                           ­   
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spread my wings so I can fly,                                                             ­           
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with soft wings, I sail, gliding by                                                               ­                         
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Everything is different way up here,                                                  
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the beauty of life is much more clear