Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The New Species
I want to weave you into me. Stick your thorns in and grow. Bleed sap and feel this shining light. Grow strange leaves. Bear this fruit. Share this soil. Bury ourselves. Reach for the sun. Strip this bark. Carve a name and a heart into me. Please.
Written by Me at 12:47 AM
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Amazing, as always. Picture worked really well with it. And I totally get what you mean...
that is perfection.
Just perfect ... made me cry.
your poetry is so alive. the thorns in me try to capture you. thanks for sharing.
the "stick your thorns and grow" part actually reminded me of this story which makes me cry every single time:
They just keep getting better. :)
Wow, the picture and words to that is amazing.
i love love love this one. really hit a note with me -- you write so gorgeously :)
Another inspirational post.
Lovely, just lovely. (:
sometimes, certain entries really affect me and stick in my mind. The Brace Position is one of them for example. I can add this one to my list....
Your words remind me of that certain part of my life. ouch.
What I would give to be with you..
But you didn't want this dream with me.
You wanted them.
And now I'm trying to heal myself. Alone.
i find myself in this exact place two years too late... and i wonder if i'm actually too late to take you with me.
carve your story into mine, i want to take root with you right here.
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