I wish I was a tree. Not just a Kimya Dawson tree, but the kind that lives for years and years and soaks up the wisdom of the world around it... I would be an organism that truly understood patience then. And what can a tree do but love the woods around it? Perhaps I'll be a tree without the woods. I would hate to be stuck between lanes of a road or in a J. C. Penny's parking lot, breathing in the smoke from cars all day. Maybe I'll be a child's tree. I hope that they would climb me and ponder the meaning of the sky and the reasons that they couldn't reach it with their tiny meaningful fingers all smudged with possibilities. Perhaps I'll be a Holly tree. Or am I one now? Honestly, some days I really can't tell the difference between sweet bark and my skin. I have cracked feet that might as well be roots, and I love the woods and children, too. I have no want for roads or J. C. Penny's, and the sky is my constant, yet far companion. Yes, I think that I am already a tree. A Holly tree indeed. I will shade you if the sun burns, and I will shelter you if cold bites at your toes. You may climb me to reach the stars, and all the while I will learn from you and the woods and people that surround.
- Last seen on Oct 20 7:00 AM. Member since March 10, 2006.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 339 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "There are no chaste minds. Minds copulate wherever they meet. -Eric Hoffer ".
- I am a 17 year old girl from Arkansas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Drawing feathers and leaves on my blistered fingers..
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/piano_socks
- I have 339 comments, 12 contests, 100 poems, 1 story
My Poetry
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Sometimes I wonder if the pills that I devour have individual lives. Like, livestock. Pillstock fresh from the farms of their pharmacy, tak22 lines, October 14
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I have tried to keep all of my words inside of a smooth, pink binded book
To keep them from being swallowed up, gulped by the passersby like coca cola, or wine.24 lines, 1 comment, August 12 -
I had a dream last week that tornadoes came to take you, ten of them, angry and overdue. They came one at a time, each stronger than the last, and as much as I pulled you toward the ground it was you who had the strength to s11 lines, 2 comments, August 8
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I have to get out of here or it’s going to eat me alive. The idea that I actually touched him, that I enjoyed the way he touched me, that I held him, watched him cry and told him that I would love him no matter what he did. T
My Stories
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If I whispered it to you, would the vibrations seep through your skin and tickle your fancy, love? Would it bombard your nervous system if
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