love lies

you cut my forests' trees.

i want to breath fire. 

i want to burn passion, 

not to be burnt. 

for this a lesson i have learnt, 

i want the control,

i want the power,

i once held in my soul. 

my body is not a temple, 

its a wild forest i seek, 

i am beautiful, strong, tall in my love. 

i once held this power,

that i now cant get control of. 

no this is not love 

if all you want are my trees. 

i am a wonderful forest you see,

but their mine to live,

don't take whats not yours, 

their mine to give. 

don't touch what your fingers don't own, 

i am a forest, 

not a stone. 

im not hard, 

im not cold, 

don't skip me across water, 

as if its no bother. 

i am my own, 

i beg you,

please leave me alone. 

let my be at peace with myself, 

don't cut my trees, 

for your own wealth. 

you are a greedy little human, 

that likes to touch the petals 

that grow on wild flowers in my forest. 

i am not your florist.

i am nurture;

but i am nature. 

so stop taking!

stop taking!

if you are not giving, 

than please stop wasting, 

my time,

my life, 

my heart is aching. 

i am a forest.

i am made of leaves,

trees; wildflowers;

home to protective bees. 

but you are my danger, 

my unwanted death, 

you want the best 

so you cut me.

you hurt me. 

im bleeding.

im dying. 

and all you think your'e doing,

is cutting a tree.

that happens to be

the home of me. 

-k.a   

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hey wonderful flowers! so i don't know if this is really considered slam poetry but i had a lot of stuff on my mind and i just needed it to be out there and sort of in your face but i like metaphors so i used a metaphor. but i hope this isn't too vague and my point gets across. anyway if this is considered a slam poem than this was my first and i hope you liked it!