Beating Tree

Rookie (august 16 1995)

Beating Tree Poems

1. Beating Tree 5/17/2010
2. These Hands 5/17/2010
3. Door Not On The Ground 5/17/2010
4. What You Are 5/17/2010
5. Sword Not A Bed 5/17/2010
6. The Pain Of Immortals 5/17/2010
7. Upside Up Cloud 5/17/2010
8. The Reason Flowers Bloom 5/17/2010
9. A Bad Apple 5/24/2010
10. I'Ve Dreamed Of Heaven 5/27/2010
11. My Book 5/27/2010
12. Oh How The Wind 5/27/2010
13. Someone Incomplete 5/27/2010
14. Angels 5/17/2010
15. Invisible Scars 5/17/2010
16. The Empty 5/17/2010
17. Those Eyes 5/17/2010
18. I Am A Tree 5/27/2010
19. As A Red Rose 12/10/2011
20. Head Loose 12/10/2011
21. Hearing Her Whispers In The Night. 12/11/2011
22. A Tearfull Sorrow 1/25/2012
23. Pain 1/25/2012
24. Sway 1/25/2012
25. Scarlett 6/17/2012
26. Casting Away Your Stepping Stones 6/19/2012
27. Wicked 6/19/2012
28. 15 Tears 6/19/2012
29. Before I See Yesterday Again. 6/19/2012
30. Listening To My Little Bird 6/20/2012
31. Beautiful Becuase 6/22/2012
32. One-Thousand Sunsets 8/6/2012
33. Useful To The Living 8/12/2012
34. My Heart Was Born With Wings 8/6/2012
35. A Blood Red King 12/10/2011
36. Across The Sea 5/17/2010
37. Hells Not Hot Its Cold 5/17/2010
38. Someday 5/17/2010
39. Please 5/27/2010
40. I Died In The Winter 5/27/2010
Best Poem of Beating Tree

A Rose I Am No More

If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.

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These Hands

These hands I have do not belong to this flesh.
These hands don’t have skin just bones.
These hands hold a long and thin scythe.
These hands I have did something I didn’t want.
These hands I have, I want them to be chopped off.
These hands I have kill me in the inside
These hands I have torture my eyes.
These hands I have do not love what I love.
These hands I have tossed away the ring I vowed to cherish.

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