You let me breathe but I suffocated you
You drenched me in gifts from your hands but I never said thank you
We both come from the same family but I treated you unfamiliar
Granted you’re still here and I wonder...
Are you so strong that you can take the mightiest blows, or you just generous?
Is it because you lack the ability to create common sentences, see far distances, enjoy music, or is it because your a tree?
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Sender Jeannestal
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Ideas
I am a human being—full of mistakes, full of ideas—some bad, some not worth letting escape. If they do get out they may act like bees; swarming to find the next filling thing without any regard for practicality. So some ideas fall into a jar to die in the back of the cupboard. Maybe one day they'll resurface—pressure too much to handle and I'll have no choice but to let the bees look for their pollen to make honey. It may not be so bad after all—letting the swarm escape to make something new for me or anyone unfamiliar. It's only a problem when it's wasps unknowingly released. That, I do apologize for.
By Andi Leigh4 days ago in Poets
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Beautiful.