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Within the hour I’m twisted. A different person. New insights, new light, A new world. Wandering around familiar places With a new sense of feeling. The weeds that have taken over my yard Are now connected to me. My yard is the outcast in neighborhood. Unclean, unkempt, unwanted. But now I can see, That my yard is me, personified. These weeds are mine. They sprouted and spread because of me. As I walk through them They no longer disgust, But cling to me. I take root near them. I feel I have always been here. The willow tree gives me shade from the stars and the moon. Its hanging branches cover me with open arms. Its leaves, just upside down weeds; Reaching out to me, Melting me in… The air is humid. The wind blows heat. And now the ground turns soft. My yard has become a marsh. My own swamp. I am unafraid, But left wanting. What have I turned into? A new being In a different world, But all alone. Has it always been this way? Will it ever change? This scene is forever marked on me. A memory that can never be left Or forgotten. A portal on my skin. Now I can always return to my marsh, My swamp, My kingdom. Maybe I can take you there and never be alone?
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
My Dark Wonderland
Within the hour I’m twisted. A different person. New insights, new light, A new world. Wandering around familiar places With a new sense of feeling. The weeds that have taken over my yard Are now connected to me. My yard is the outcast in neighborhood. Unclean, unkempt, unwanted. But now I can see, That my yard is me, personified. These weeds are mine. They sprouted and spread because of me. As I walk through them They no longer disgust, But cling to me. I take root near them. I feel I have always been here. The willow tree gives me shade from the stars and the moon. Its hanging branches cover me with open arms. Its leaves, just upside down weeds; Reaching out to me, Melting me in… The air is humid. The wind blows heat. And now the ground turns soft. My yard has become a marsh. My own swamp. I am unafraid, But left wanting. What have I turned into? A new being In a different world, But all alone. Has it always been this way? Will it ever change? This scene is forever marked on me. A memory that can never be left Or forgotten. A portal on my skin. Now I can always return to my marsh, My swamp, My kingdom. Maybe I can take you there and never be alone?
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
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