Maybe...

A Poem by Nyanachi

Every leaf we grow is ours.
If you don't like your leaves to be brown,
it gives you a reason to learn to grow green leaves.
Because not every one of us trees are planted
with the natural motive to grow green leaves.
But when we are all green what then?
There is always brown
for without the brown nothing looks green.
It's impossible!
we try to have as much green leaves
as we are able.
Maybe my motives aren't solid rocks.
Maybe all my green is actually brown.
It bothers me when all you see
is the effort going to waste.
As if it isn't all waste and made up to begin with.
To begin with...
everything a tree like us does is made up.
Maybe there's no such thing as rocks.
Maybe its just different kinds of make believe.
Yours is of the stones,mine is of the fire.
Your silly purple roots always make mine feel stupid.
Every damned piece of your bark
is infected by my world of fire.
Every piece is seen through it,
moving as if it were all stones like yours.

© 2014 Nyanachi

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Michael G. Smith

Reread again, I am the brown leaf. I never follow trends or partake in what's popular. I like to make my own private trends, lol.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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9 Years Ago

haha "brown leaf" it's a silly way to say something serious.And yeah thats...a nice thing :)

Michael G. Smith

This poem reminded me why God put opposition to everything, for with out war or sadness how is it we could truly know peace or happiness. thanks for turning me on to the poetry of Andrea Gibson. I never heard of her before but her poetry has such a unique perspective to enables me to think thoughts even deeper than I have in quite awhile.