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A Bad Apple
Contributed by
Chamaron
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Tuesday, 3rd July 2007 @ 02:54:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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You know what they say about apples,
They never fall far from the tree.
But you dont know my tree,
For it hates its own seed.
Most grow and live on the branches,
Happy as can be.
But my tree quite simply
Never wanted me.
It pretends, sure
That its roots will cushion my fall.
But in reality,
It doesnt care at all.
In the garden of hell,
The tree around itself revolves.
Perhaps it wasnt ready
For what having an apple involves.
Nevertheless, you must try to love your apple,
Even though its a misfit.
You dont just reject them
And claim they dont deserve it.
But no sense of this
Does my tree possess.
Only over their other apples
Do they obsess.
So I fling myself
Off and away,
For beneath this bruised exterior
Lies inner decay.
Copyright ©
Chamaron
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2007-07-03 14:54:10]
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Re: A Bad Apple
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 4th July 2007 @ 08:28:44 AM AEST
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Well, poetically speaking I think it's great.
I can so relate to this incredible write.
You did the best thing and only thing you could do and that's flinging yourself off and away. The quicker we do this the quicker one can heal.
hang tuff, my friend.
Big ole huggs,
emy |
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Re: A Bad Apple
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by Sheveg on
Sunday, 27th June 2010 @ 12:34:17 PM AEST
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Very sad. But can I identify. I was always told that I was the bad apple. But now I know I'm not. You are great!
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