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it's a shitty feelinq you know. feeling as caught up as a vine does when it grows. the growth i feel internallly of this vine though seems to be to me a weed infesting my heart's garden. its situated in such a place that my face cannot escape its presence, and its effervecent green color only stands to make me shudder, a violently vehemently vomit kind of green. it has a sheen like olive oil spray, and its shining in the sunshine of my love today, continuing to infest and grow, as caught up as those in the thoes of love's embrace, unable to face the pain that will ensue like addicts feel after the high comes down and they've got real living to do. this reality is not the one for me and i reject it as a dejected child rejects the truth of dire situations, knowing it cannot be even as it stands before me, i hate to see it so vehemently green and vomit inducing, my gustatory sense reducing the contents of my stomach again and again. when, when can i be free of this weed, infesting my heart's garden killing my orchids, my roses, my marigolds, my posies. ring around the rosie, pocket full of posie, ashes ashes we all fall down. a grim funeral dirge for the victims of the plague, a sad plight upon those middle ages, an inevitable unconquerable force without abatement, as vehement and violent as the green weed that's overtaken me.
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Posted by Angel_BM21 on 2009-11-14 21:57:30 | Rating: | Views: 22
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