Nature pulls out my insanity

Underneath the old oak trees.
Next to a warm, blazing fire.
I am haunted by my past.
And concerned about my future.
When will the poison inside of me
Find its antecdote.
I am one with myself now.
In the beauty of nature with no conventional items.
The bugs are desperate to suck the blood from my body.
What they don't know is about the poison?
I have so much on my mind.
Too many things to release and so much I can share.
I will listen to the songs of the crickets tonight.
I will try to make a melody of my own.
A melody for my life, to sing everyday to cleanse my spirit.

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Mary M. Alward Jun 11, 2006, 2:17pm EDT

Amy, I especially love the last three lines. Excellent. Thanks for sharing.

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Amy Logan Jun 11, 2006, 2:20pm EDT

Thanks, Mary. I wrote this in about 2 minutes. I can't explain but it just has to be written down right then or it will disappear.

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Jose Wolfster M. Jun 11, 2006, 2:59pm EDT

I agree with you about writing it down or losing it, I can't tell you how many I have lost due to no pen or paper..thought I kept singing it to myself only to lose the last lines:) lol!

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Amy Logan Jun 11, 2006, 3:12pm EDT

Jose, I have a pen and pad in my purse, my car, my office, by my bed, in the kitchen. It really helps. Could this be OCD?

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Dannielle S. Jun 11, 2006, 3:57pm EDT

Amy, you need to replace "antecdote" (line 6) with "antidote." You need an antidote for poison.

Line 10 seems to be missing a word(?) or carrying one too many -- are you saying the bugs don't konw about the poison? If so, I'd take out the question mark.

It's a good quick-capture as the poem flickers into being, and I love the setting -- outside, while you contemplate an inner world, makes a nice contrast..

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