Mother Earth Poetry

Dearest Wild Thing,

Desiring to change her world
lear ahead
to foreign things.
She happened on a love.
Pondering
penalties,
harsh realities
uncertainties.

The inevitable was already decided upon.
Her love for him
was more than her love for her.

Why didn't she realize in all her heart
shaped love
that if he felt as she did
he'd worry a bit for her.

The future changes the beautiful now,
or rather
the past interferes with the present
anticipating.
The sadness
outlived
the spite.

And if only a clear answer could come
out of all this
mess.

Mess or emotion.
Bottled up passion
floating at the bay
leading to my aching heart.

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How can one admit wrong
when it depends on their life?

He felt the need
in my finger tips and lips
beautifully,
perfectly,
he invaded
my private integrity
and told me
I knew
how to
make love.

It was a statement bent
 to unveil my secrecy.
To let down all the veils.
To leave me
exposed.

He was a victorious animal triumphant
moderately understating that he would now
claim his prey.

It was done
so perfectly
no one could resist.
And yet,
whose game are we playing now?
It was RESISTED.


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They keep telling me i'll have no trouble
opportunities are boundless
they're all on the make,
"your an attractive girl!"
but they don't seem to understand.