Possibly more pointless words that you will read nonetheless =]

Heyy. =]

I've so far had no suggestions for a title for that poem. I know that someone was trying to think of one but couldn't, so thanks for trying anyway dude.

TITLE ME PEOPLE!!!

Kanyway.

I'm gonna' post another poem here today, this one's called 'Arms of the wood'. I wrote this from a picture on google. I think this is the picture.

This is the picture I think I used.

I wrote it a while ago, could be wrong,.

But I could have used this. =]

It goes with the poem, so it may well be the one I used when I wrote this. Here it is:

The swarm,
So dark it suffocates,
Not light to see,
What in the blackness awaits,
The crowded path,
Hazardous amongst the towers,
The wooden ones,
Above the weeds for flowers,
Dusty,
In the soft heavenly mist,
It chills,
Hiding the monsters that cannot exist,
Howling,
And the silver hanging ball,
Above the world,
And we feel so small,
Traces of people,
Who there once walked,
Giggles and whispers,
Echoes of talks,
Low hanging hands,
Patting on shoulders,
Repeating the warnings,
People once told us,
Not so much a cross road,
But no one way should,
Free us from the grip,
Of the arms of the wood.


Tada. =]

Now you can see why the photo goes with the poem. So yeah, as usual, comment and that. Appreciated. =]

HI CHARLOTTE!

Kbye. =]