another of my works

[phrasemuffin]

sick again
the rain has ended
but still i cannot walk, be free

i am surrounded by walls
thick walls
new walls
walls that keep me safe
but that take away my freedom
my nature

i have tiles beneath my feet
but i yearn for the grass and earth
i have wooden furniture around me
but i yearn for the oak and ash
for the redwood and the cedar
for the rowan and the pine

for the forest, not the wood
for the leaves, not their green mixtures

i need the air that isn't filtered
but still fresh and clean as when it was first breathed
i need the water that isn't purified
yet is still pure as a sylph's spring

i am the fire
and the heat
and the light
but the coldness of this world drains me more than the youngest babe
i need fresh fuel to feed my flames
i need fresh twigs to burn for my heat
i need fresh embers to feed light to the world
to rid it of this coldness
of this beige
of this dark nothingness

won't you be my fuel?
won't you be my air?
my water?
my earth?

my love?

Comments

[ashtray-girl633.livejournal.com]

Just cause you weren't sure if anyone read your stuff, I thought I'd comment.

To be honest I didn't really read all your posts, I just kind of skimmed through them whilst listening to my mother shouting at the footballers on tv.

I really do like the poetry though, it's rather nice and despite what you say it's not as pretensious and elitist as some. Who's it written by anyway?

[phrasemuffin.livejournal.com]

me