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soul of a climbing plant

anOmisanOmis Posts: 223
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
im spending my time
sunken into my memories
bulding my own glassy wall
coz this world is just too small
to understand my needs


flowers get wilted
under the black old sun
no dreams to build
and no hope to come

with the scream of an inscect
and the soul of a climbin plant
im just spendin my days
waitin for the turn of time
~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

F.ZAPPA
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  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    I heard someone say "if hope can come from dirt like me, it can be done" once. ;)

    I would water and feed you
    Turn your soil
    Help restore your hope
    Watch you climb
    Reach up reach
    The highest heights
    Up through the clouds
    And then I'd climb you
    And when I reached
    Your peak
    I'd see that you'd flowered
    You'd show me your dreams
    And I'd know
    That hope can come from dirt
    And that dreams never die
    They just lie in waiting
    For their turn in time

    :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Whoa I really liked this piece, AnOmis!! I like the idea of a climbing plant, and its respective soul. Beauteous.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • A HitchHiker PoetA HitchHiker Poet Posts: 129
    sad..but sad is good sometimes
    Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
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