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The Forest is Writhing in Waves of Uncertainty
Contributed by
rockergirl94
on
Friday, 16th September 2005 @ 08:55:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Tore a page from a book and I bound it to a tree
Surely sweet Susie it was an extension of me
Bound with the art of confusion and other worthless things
It was everything I’ve been and it’s what I’ll likely be
It made the yellow leaves of autumn turn to sickly crimson reds
Passing souls covered their eyes and with the days last light they fled
At the memory of those written words they tossed and turned in bed
I never knew such honesty caused minds to stir with dread
My eyes they burn like fever and this fever is my home
I hide among the forests floor where tiger-lilies grow
Gazing at ‘my everything’ from many months ago
The confession that was scribbled there, “I didn’t even know.”
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2005-09-16 20:55:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Forest is Writhing in Waves of Uncertainty
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 17th September 2005 @ 01:53:19 AM AEST (User
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::applauds:: this is a true poem. i wonder where everyone else is to realize this. |
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