Planet Earth

Planet Earth

A Poem by PoeticFury
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Treat her right

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Trees..... Oxygen...... Breathe me in... As I breathe you in. as I write on paper as I treat this world as an oxymoron.

From cotton life's so pure from the sun's rise in the morning as it shows light.

To the set that is makes as it goes down at night.

On this planet can anyone tell me anymore what is wrong?

For that matter what is right?


Though now it stinks on a map.

Get it? It is blue and green.... Why do you treat it like a dog....

S**t......

It's not rotten walked upon by many of us, but in my heart it will never be forgotten.


Yet with war, storms, take overs, and deaths its funny how people are quick to say “where I am from it is popping”

Although this world is not a country; we are surrounded by others.

Caring bout self, but yet you don't even care about your own family.

Father...... Sister...... Brother....


Notice that all she offers...

She shows good... Not to mention you are the one who does not want to give the love back.

Guess you are just a bad lover.

Just know for what it is worth. She hurts.


This earth.....

This life.....

Day by day all the time is falling apart.

Marshes, global warming, but you think mother gave us a home, and here we are shoving what we were given.


Life shoving it right up her skirt.

Can we breathe?

Cause all I do is choke.

I want to save her, but alone I can't.


Even though I promise I will leave my mark every tree.

I marked with ink before it got turned into paper.

It accepts my offer I hope cause this is the blood leaking from my heart

This is where I want to live.

This is what I want to save

Remember me cause this is where I wrote.

I tried my best to do my part.


She is crying notice all the bodies of water?

The oceans?

Those are her tears some say the more days pass by the more she may fall apart.

Thank you my second mom......

I will save you as long as I can and try.

Oh how I will try.

To revive you till the wind is taking out of me.

Till the day my last breath of air is taking out of me. When I die.


To piece you together with everywhere I go and every step I take when I walk.


Earth

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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