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389 · Apr 2013
I missed,,,
The Forest Apr 2013
you you you
invading my dreams

in dreams of rows of
four four four or more

    your presence is
un and welcomed
  

    and i wonder how it is
with you



i only ever see you in my dreams anymore
so how does it fair?
382 · Apr 2013
It's a beautiful day
The Forest Apr 2013
Oh yeah
it's the blessed day again
the sky has burnt and yellowed and blued
and it is a beautiful sight

   my only hope

is that i don't
anger-up again


again

   **again
I must be used to the disastrous weather up here, which I have come to rather enjoy, so for some
    reason the sunny spring filled auto-happy-maker days like this one, sometimes make me grumpy
357 · Apr 2013
the Show
The Forest Apr 2013
the bright-eyed people
excited and tired

the mums and the dads and the grans and pas and and and

  spending all their money on chocolate and hats
     and rock n roll
                                           and icky little dolls


ahhhhh but I guess it's all worth it
  but not really
     but still


why is it that I don't actually really super super enjoy that kind of day

    ?

It's just animals
    lovely

but still just
           animals




and
et pourquoi le docteur ont maintenant une poupée Barbie?
349 · Mar 2013
normalité
The Forest Mar 2013
imaginer
un
vie normale

scandaleux!

Je sais!

O mon dieu!
Outrageous!
342 · Mar 2013
Titled
The Forest Mar 2013
fall
down

down



down

and
fly...


"sea-fish and
            twisters"

                                                 ­    and up
and ever up, up, up,
340 · Apr 2013
I'm no artist
The Forest Apr 2013
the colour blue
is really hungry at the moment

"watch as the colours weave and grow...reds as a background, greens as the shadows."


**I'd like to wake up now
zzzzz
325 · Mar 2013
Untitled
The Forest Apr 2013
I lost my line
(I lost my line)

____

I said too much! I said it wrong! Arrrrrrrrr I said it right wrong no sort of yes no! I'm sorry
sorry

I'm sorry
I lost my line

_________________
147 · Jun 2021
Day of Mourning
The Forest Jun 2021
And in a sense
A kind of visual art
addiction
In still life
The arrangement of flowers -
It is as though I am already mourning
Those who I grieve for
As they continue to use.
It’s like a funeral bouquet
Mourning the dead.
Not already dead,
But on the verge with each
Staggered
Breath.
Each breath impeded
By
Heavy blood
Thick veins
Thick with the stuff
And I am powerless
But to sit and observe.  
Someone once told me:
“The average life-span of a ****** is five years”.
As I walk through Kings Cross
see them nodding off
I wonder -
Are they an anomaly of survival?
And when I see those close to me
They’ll lie just a little
Eyes wide shut
I turn to the paint
The ugly art I make
Try to make some peace within it.

— The End —