Open Poetry #8 |
We are the forest..(revised) |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
s o m etimes days disappear and when your not looking routine steals your everywhere f a ilure for the masses..its common,its coming n e ver simple..never ordinary..this is me..at my best w i l l..not hate..and will not worry..feel so quiet,and totally at rest b u ild on a moment to escape the hurry a n d..as long as you let the demons play we're gonna be just fine..perfect and ok w e can hang and hurt . above them from the highest tree the worlds a cannibal j u s t..cant let them realize w e can see them as they truly are..wishing to reach and molest every one of our stars.. i f we can fool ourselves we can believe..we are the forest and they are the trees..and the emotions that do flow f rom the eyes and from the soul..is just less than planned(out of control) a n d i just thought in/a/determined/demented/way you might help m e find myself .. in an everyday empty for a world that wouldnt miss me |
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