weather has only gotten colder
as the leaves change to the
pastel shades of a sunset
day in the rolling hills of
the prairies.
but inside my mind
the flowers rise
no longer burden with
false hope and ocean blue eyes.
i stain my thoughts
in coping ways
and thoughts given
off by a plastic red box
i use to ignite my smokes.
but my flowers are in bloom
in pretty shades
the petunias grow
along side the daisys
as the tuplis only come to play in
the bask of spring time light.
its been awhile since i've
seem the tulpis in bloom.
two years if i count right
but maybe this may i'll see
more then just trees
posses the forest inside of me.
10:33pm
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altercation of self-actualization《poetry
Poetryal•ter•ca•tion noun 1. a noisy argument or disagreement espically in public self-ac•tu•al•i•za•tion noun 1. the realization or fulfilment of ones talents and potentialities, espically conisdered as a drive or need present in everyone
