my manmade cocoon

November 14, 2011
By Desti_B SILVER, Arima, Other
Desti_B SILVER, Arima, Other
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I lay, curled within my manmade cocoon,

Shielded from aching with sheer wings,

Guarded from unwanted things.

But detached and lost am I from a world,

That comes packaged in vibrant and dull,

Of plenty and null.



But I hide, clinging to my insides,

Running away from the things in which I can confide.

For no longer can I escape the truth within the lies,

And no longer can I run and not hide.

For today marks the beginning of an age old story,

A cycle that begun that never seems to end.

A life that’s been shun, a never ending trend.

For my sorrow revealed a light,

And my hiding revealed a sight,

So brilliant, captivating this shriveled heart.

Blinding and beautiful from the start,

Reminding, me that…

As I lay curled within my manmade cocoon.

I Am Trapped.


The author's comments:
aren't we always in bondage?? Either to the truth or a lie..to a hope or despair?

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Desti_B SILVER said...
on Dec. 4 2011 at 6:10 pm
Desti_B SILVER, Arima, Other
9 articles 0 photos 20 comments

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oooh...lol...makes sense 

on Nov. 28 2011 at 8:25 am
MidnightWriter SILVER, Ontario, Other
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Writers are a less dangerous version of the career criminal. Everywhere they go, they see the potential for the perfect crime. The difference is that writers have better self control.

The suburbs are, in a way, a man-made cocoon.

Desti_B SILVER said...
on Nov. 26 2011 at 6:48 pm
Desti_B SILVER, Arima, Other
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haven't decided on one lol..sorry

O.o geography?? lol....what does that have to do with it?? lol...or am i missing something 

on Nov. 24 2011 at 2:38 pm
MidnightWriter SILVER, Ontario, Other
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Writers are a less dangerous version of the career criminal. Everywhere they go, they see the potential for the perfect crime. The difference is that writers have better self control.

Nice poem. I like the imagery. It reminds me of my enviornmental issues teacher talking about living in the suburbs. Great piece.


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