A Palette Of Confusion Mixed With Paints Of Loneliness MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

    The middle-aged man walks ...

walks ...

walks.

and he finally sits down on the cold metal bench beneath my leaves and branches.

Maybe he finds me a suitable cause

(for I am a w

e

e

p

i

n

g willow.)

and he sits and talks to himself

(Or rather the persons d w e l li n g within him.)

and I can't help falling in with the man who is beneath me.

love

And I can't help feeling a little for the man who is beneath me.

sad

He just sits ........ there (there, there.)

and S T A R E S off in the distance and mumbles ....mbemlus...

and if only I had a voice I could comfort the man who is

beneath me.

But I am only a tree.







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on Nov. 2 2010 at 7:19 pm
SpringRayyn PLATINUM, Lakeville, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness too. That was writing."
--Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"

I like how you mixed up the words sometimes and the spacing gives it awesome suspence? That isn't the right word, but it's the Best I can come up with right now. C:


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