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Diary
We beat over a thorn-filled bramble
and say not what the mind allows to enter in.
It's the doorway with no wooden guard.
Find yourself unguarded.
We heard of love and tasted it on tip
of lollipops, and in guardian eyes.
The standing point for all others to challenge.
Challenge yourself to feel.
And when the stations off load their guns
with weary eyes and skipped generations and effortless sympathy.
The embrace of home and warmth and comfort.
Allow yourself to be weak
once more.[/font]
and say not what the mind allows to enter in.
It's the doorway with no wooden guard.
Find yourself unguarded.
We heard of love and tasted it on tip
of lollipops, and in guardian eyes.
The standing point for all others to challenge.
Challenge yourself to feel.
And when the stations off load their guns
with weary eyes and skipped generations and effortless sympathy.
The embrace of home and warmth and comfort.
Allow yourself to be weak
once more.[/font]
Published 24th Mar 2011
| Edited 26th Mar 2011
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25th Mar 2011 9:22pm
Although I'm not sure if I'm reading it right, what I made of it and the idea I got from it really interested me: the concept of regressing back to childhood and welcoming the vulnerability that comes with that as an opportunity to feel real, and human, and mortal. Because only when we are at our weakest, is our potential for power at it's highest. I could fill my mind with all different meanings of just these three verses for days and days :)
26th Mar 2011 11:09am
You were correct but I adore the fact you can find so many alternative meanings. Thank you, Merda! :)
26th Mar 2011 12:38pm
this set of emotions is material i've thought about so often lately and it's made right by your imagination. i love your styles- all of them, and the structure you used here is emphasizing for the message, to me. i've been trying out patterns as well. love this. [:
26th Mar 2011 1:45pm
Thank you, J, glad I did it justice. I just tried to project out rather than another internal rambling :)
26th Mar 2011 12:59pm
as being a matured script with fresh innocence of our past nascent times which provides us similar poetic refrains in our life. Thank you for sharing this one dear.
26th Mar 2011 1:46pm
