Faded


I feel like a flower
Kept from the Sun
And told when to grow
At the same window
With the same tree outside
And the same splatter of oil
On the pane
And the same little
Crack
         On the wall

Like a splinter turned onto its side
And bent like a twisted old man


One day the twisted old man will
Breathe on me
                     and
                    I
                     will
                          sway,
                   cold.


Cold,
        Like the creeping frost of morn
Hiding from an already concealed Sun


And I will sever my feet
And free it from
                  the
                     Shackling Soil
That holds me down
And keeps me here


Here.
Always here.


Never allowed to
Know of
Speak of
Think of
                There.


The Outside
Outside where I’m free to
Graze the Sun
And feel its rays


Warm my hands
And open my eyes
And sing to my mind
And fill my heart


Where trees are allowed to grow
And flowers to bloom
             With color
                       And sound
                               And wind


With Warmth


But for now the twisted old man sleeps
And the splinter like crack remains


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*sigh*
i'd really appreciate it if you took the time to share with me your own interpretations of this.
(not you zu- that would be cheating   )

       

  

i luve mi con-tray! lyke a big an brown stetch olan wiv losa sun!

"I just needed someone to talk to you were just to busy with yourself."-Staind

[bIf I've lost the girl of my dreams...who am I looking for now?[/b]

Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant? I'm halfway through my fish burger and I realize, Oh my gosh....I could be eating a slow learner.

*Smacks herself for not replying sooner...*
Damnit Cherish! Might you TELL me when you have a new poem up? You know I don't come in here anymore!  

ANYWAY!
Deary, I really liked this...Probablyone of my favs from you...You chose a simple way to express how you were feeling, a wonderful, easy example...yet you made it poetic and actually beautiful. To be such a topic...One would expect anger and bitterness (Unbless *I'M* Just the only fool that writes like that...haha) But you, you wrote it gracefully...I liked that. My interpretation is the same as the others...freedom from your home, your family...   You really out did yourself here, Cherry..Hope to see more...And TELL me the next time, Mkay? LOL

"I'd rather die purposely alone than to have lived an accidental life of solitude."- Jesa "§ùgã®" Thompson
  

I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.

Somewhere out there a cow is laughing at you

Ooooh I really liked this one!!

My take on it: It seems as if you feel like you're locked away from the rest of the world, and you want to get away from it and on the "outside."  I think you wrote this very well and I enjoyed it alot!!  

~*Nikki*~

     *~Fighting for your love~*
    *~Is something I cannot do~*
   *~I'm not good enough to win~*
*~And I'm not strong enough to lose~*

Do as you please....strike forth down upon your knees...Darkness Falls on Those Without Souls

~The feelings are all replaced and the words are all decayed but its another day~ "My Vitriol"

Ronil (One becomes god only when they have fully understood the role of being a human being.)