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Wood
Contributed by
AssassinatorGirl
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Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 10:45:50 AM in AEST
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Wooden, stiff, and incomplete.
Torn from where I stood right off of my feet.
And I could not stop this,
I'm used to make a house,
And then a drawer or chair,
But I will never again be me.
Because I cannot be attached back on to the tree,
Where the completion of the Gods,
Whom in you so ignorantly believe,
Had intended me to leave,
and like I tree I leaf
But I left so long ago,
Before I was even there.
What happened to the bliss?
Where did go this happiness,
Which once I thought I knew.
But all there is is sadness,
On every branch of life.
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AssassinatorGirl
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2005-05-21 10:45:50]
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Re: Wood
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by Jaycee on
Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 12:33:43 PM AEST
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| An interesting poem, I'd never read a poem about wood before ;) But I'm guessing it's not just a random poem about trees and such. Porbably a metaphor for life and in that case a very insightful observation. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Also love the name, AssassinatorGirl! |
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Re: Wood
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by Sinned on
Sunday, 29th May 2005 @ 07:29:54 AM AEST
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I don't know what to make of this poem.
I read it over & over.
Yet It left me confused.
Sorry
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