My barren life
makes me wonder.

Did I plant weeds
instead of seeds?

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Gardener

I'll cut this grapevine growing on me,
strangling my existence for
poise and society.
I'll pluck the twigs that were
trapped in my locks
while lying on the grass,
kissing my lover who left.
I'll break the thorns that crave me,
only to prick when are denied
the loan of my love.
I'll make a garland from the flowers
of a cactus I lived and loved,
that I shall wear
on my curvy waist flaunting
my flabby navel.
I'll nourish the weed growing in my tresses,
for nothing is expected of them,
for they're destined to be a mess.
I'll grow lilies in my hand, and give them away
to little girls,
not as souvenirs from a free woman,
but as seeds that open a fire of free will.

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From a flowering plant
to the weeds
that they have become,
my memories
owe their acidic metamorphosis
to your unlove.

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I don't get high on weeds

I get high on sneezing

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No one's ever seen a tree care about the weeds
and there are people again, shouting
about why don't I care.

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They looked at me like
I'm worthless as weeds.
And I know I'm not a
rose but just a dandelion
holding hundreds of
wishes, teaching the lesson
to let things go, waiting
wordlessly at the corners
for the wind to take me
away from this prison,
thinking that someone
in the distant land could
see the wishes and hopes
behind the wild weeds.

- Sai Thanmae

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These are my weeds without whom my life's weirdness is incomplete.

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lighter did weeds,
and it's a highlighter now.

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It is hope
which decides
the birth of
fragrance
from the

of crushed
words.

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Weeds are better than the overgrown trees

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