the wind is whipping
at my window, shaking shrubbery.
intent on tapping through my thoughts
and disturbing my distant daydream.
the weather's against me,
planning, with the concept
of time and space,
to drive me comfortably insane.
i'm taking this a step further,
i've got my propaganda planned
while the enemies are playing by year,
i've got my years perfected.
but not really, my plans
are unreliable because these
enemies are catching me off guard
they've got my mind on overdrive.
i think they've planned
this out pristinely
because i'm caught up in paranoia
and the branches are still knocking
one day i'll bring around the hose
and drench the dew covered grass.
i'll over do all of their plans,
grow the branches til they're too tall to contact.
A contest entry
- Cynical Writers Welcome! by bw43.
549 points, ended March 13, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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LoL. So the main enemy is the wind and the branches... and your giong to make them grow til they can't tap on your window anymore? LoL. I liked this. It was clever.... nice, hopeful little ending.
hehe
Thanks for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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