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missing moments and metaphores

Updated on June 19, 2013

derived from thoughts that play on me

one two many times thrown on my back.

oblivious to oblivion

how sad it is when youthful immortality holds only this.

weathering through the bleak

doing nothing right

and getting fucking lost

but we've been over and over this

hollowed out hell

and misconstrued thoughts

reeling and writhing from sins that I bought

wondering when you'd remember my name

or at least have the decency to say it again

cycled on down to the misguided noose

choosing the rope when its running from you

hands bleeding from wringing constant

waiting and wondering, it all I was good at

so bitingly broken that I actually believed

the problem began and ended with me

the voices, the voices

they didn't care

constantly telling me why you weren't there

not giving a fuck about how deep id gone

taking on guilt that's not mine,

the boogieman won.

he grew me a forest and at home I became

only place that I knew where my feelings would tame

thoughts didn't consume me

within it I was free

no one to wait for, no one waiting for me

swimming and bathing and breathing in peace

temporary insanity literally saved me

darkened forest embraced my soul

and let me take on some form of control

it cradled and soothed me and carried me through

what was the most horrible experience id ever knew.

so the thing that was there that became my best friend

ceased to be needed when the horrific did end

my life is at peace, and everything's light

but ill admit sometimes I miss the night

the vessel that took me from pain to beauty

the thing that rocked me and soothed me to sleep

I fell in love with the trees that protected me

and until now believed that id never see them again.

relieved to be happy but missing my friend

until I realized all along

in the end

the forest was me...


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    • sligobay profile image

      sligobay 4 years ago from east of the equator

      Hello again Pink Um'. The forest is still us and will always be for I am not just a single feckin tree. We are an ecosystem withtrees and streams and atmosphere. We are part of the seasons in which our leaves sprout, blossom , die and fall. Happy summer solstace. Keep growind and reproducing and hibernating and being reborn. Hugs. Gerry

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      the pink umbrella 4 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      epigramman- how ive missed reading the time in which you reach back towards me from lake erie :)

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      Micky Dee 4 years ago

      Very well done. Youthful immortality can be a youth's eternity.

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Well that was the most beautiful surprise I've had had my dear beloved Stephanie Shakespeare in quite some time.

      First of all I hope both you and your dear son are happy and healthy with love in your life and you will always be one of the best writers/poets that I've ever had the pleasure of reading and one of the nicest ladies I've ever me - it was a good day when we both met and I will post and link your newest and latest masterwork to my FB wall for everyone to see - thank you for inspiring me with this one - you rock my world as always!

      Sending you warm wishes and good energy from Colin, Little Miss Tiffy and Mister Gabriel at lake erie time ontario canada 12:28pm

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      the pink umbrella 4 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      you all make me blush...

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      sligobay 4 years ago from east of the equator

      Hi Pink'um. "The forest was me...,"and is me, I might add. Dead trees laying prostrate beneath ancient living giants. The seasonal cycle of life and death performed annually by the theater company that is the wooded land we call forest. Lost in the wood is where we find ourselves as we discern the forest from the trees that are we.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      I love how you describe that the armor you built around yourself gave you the only control that you had....Great and moving piece, with which I can relate.

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      Nikki Wicked 4 years ago from Louisiana

      very interesting, i see it as something painful that happened but it helped you to grow and become who you are, you may not have seen it at first but it was your own will that pulled you out of that hole you were in. We all go through trials and tribulation, its how we deal with them and come out of them that makes us who we are. and makes us strong.