So this poem-ish thing is based off a website that generates three words for you as inspiration. I got the words tree, lemon, and mercury, and thought it would make a cool poem, so here. I'm open to critique, especially a better way to end this. 

evergreens 

i. i loved those trees,

but they were lies in themselves they were always dying every day every day they were losing their needles every day

i've heard a thousand different lies from a thousand different faces, i've seen fake smiles so acidic and i guess i'm always the first to believe and my friends take advantage of that i don't know a lot of things, but i've been told and i believed

i must be the anti-thomas

all of these people walk around with bloody fingers but mine are clean

people tell me to look a certain way so i listen and believe what i'm told, i am what they say i should be and love who they say i should love

with all the liquid mercury lies dripping from their mouths and TV screens

i don't know what to

say and i don't know what to

think

ii. my sister once got food poisoning from a lemon wedge and when i looked around at people with their acidic smiles i realized why

when you're a kid in a society of one-sided stories all over the TV and in 12 pt. times new roman font the static liquid mercury and acid fills in all the crevices meant for stars words violets dirt water

life life hope

so let's get down on our hands and clean up the mess we didn't make

let's collect these needles from the dying dying trees and build forts like kids again let's take this mercury and heal each other let's find the truth in the initials half-carved into tree trunks and people's souls poured out on paper (trees)

come sit in the branches with me

let's love these trees again 

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Just an fyi, my sis didn't actually get food poisoning, most of this poem is fiction. Ironic, since this poem was mostly talking about lies! If you didn't get the line about 'the anti-thomas", it's refering to doubting Thomas from The Bible.

This probably make no sense to you but I'm going to post it anyway 

I like writing poems about my friends.  It's weird.  But here's one:

Time Passes

I met you
In the first grade

We'd have running contests
Over a five-foot-long
Track

And I cheated.

We played a game called
The lab
Where we pretended
To be superheroes

Living off of technology
That could never exist

I stopped
Hanging out with you
In the third grade
When I met friends
I thought were trustworthy

After a year and a half
I learned
That wasn't the case

They stole my pencils
And lied to me
They were bad kids
So after fourth grade
I ran back to you again

Fifth grade was
By far
The best year

Best teacher,
Best subjects,
Best friends.

We sat next to each other
And you watched me draw
And I watched you write

Near the end of the year
When I couldn't see
I asked you
What was on the whiteboard

I got glasses a month
After that

Then came sixth grade
I was in compressed math
With your crush
And my worst enemy

You wanted me to ask him
If he really cared
I never did
Because you never said you were serious

We had a special spot
On the playground
But it was a turf war
Between us and another girl

Sometimes I hit people
On accident, of course
And they'd yell at me
And you'd always defend me
Even when I said
"It wasn't worth it" 

During the last months of school
At MB
You didn't write
And you didn't think of stories
Off the top of your head
Like you used to

Instead
You just let me do it
And listened.

One summer later,
We're at SMS
And we're carpooling

One day,
I told you you were ignoring me
Which was true
I would never lie to you
But you didn't believe me
And said I was just crazy,
"As usual."

And I thought,
You were like that once, too
But all you want to talk about now
Is "normal things,"
Unlike the crazy characters we thought of
When we were little.

So I met my other friends
Who were otakus
And writers
And doodlers
Like I am

And we split
Right down the middle

Periods shared: 2
Teachers shared: 4
Out of 7

And you told me
About your new crush
But you wouldn't tell me
Who he was

And when I wanted to tell you
About those girls in PE,
You said,
"I don't want to hear your problems,"

And that made me wish
We were those little kids
Playing superheroes
With futuristic technology.

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I kind of got carried away when I wrote it.  I just poured all my feelings out.  I hope it's good...

I've been in a writing slump for years, so this is some of the first creative work I've done in a while. 

I don't have words to accurately describe who you are, what you meant to me, what you still mean, even as the years pass and the grass grows up over your grave.

You stole my words when you died and left me in this poor state, so there is a phrase: word thief.

You stole my breath away with your crazy schemes, so there is a phrase: breath thief.

You stole my heart when you breathed and talked and laughed and danced and appeared so alive, so human, no one could tell the difference.

You gave me reason to write, word thief, and you gave the words back with your own: "Here are your angels"

You gave me reason to live, breath thief, and a promise to never give it up.

But you still have my heart, and it will never, never come back, because it is buried in your grave and the grass grows tall and green over it.

I can hear it beating.