I'm a big tree and a vast forest,
I shade the undercarriage,
I'm a kid slash florist.
I live to raid any broken marriage.
This is a stick up, give me the goods,
Wonder, get lost and stolen,
This is a trick yet you hide in the woods.
My technique must be golden.
Leak so i can crush your existence and steal your being,
Why does everyone sprint?
I take everything from anything I'm seeing.
Even as soon as they catch my scent.
I feel huge, it takes two blinks to contain my image,
I play on fields that scare,
I play with real lives and call it scrimmage.
Life is a game of chess, check mate, you stare.
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When I asked you for honesty, I wasnt not expecting you to be that blunt, ha! I love, love, love this one. the first two stanza had me floored.
ReplyDelete"I'm a kid slash florist.I live to raid any broken marriage" really?? the honesty is brutal. It shows a want to prune things to make them beautiful but destroy them also ..
I would need to copy and paste the who second stanza= AMAZING. they grit of truth rubs against the words well..
The last two stanza close the poem so so well not to mention the final line ... oh my, you are getting so much better ISLYB
Monte I just read 3 in a row and I am honestly very over whelmed. Apologizing right now if comments aren't my norm. i am practically speechless trying to muster together a thought to share...I am just FLOORED!
ReplyDeleteOk, so I have to agree about the brutal honesty here :S But it's very true. I feel your words. They hit home they hit hard. I can't believe just how real you are being. It is amazing to watch a person a few short months ago who was such a mystery just unveil himself just like that. I know you are deeper still than all of this, but the amount being shown thus far is still a 360 from who I met 6 montsh ago.