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you tear me Down

For once, a poem not done in Seed's name, but in my own. I wrote most of this last semester and finished it today. I must have been feeling masochistic, since it's a sestina.

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An Endless Sestina

Freeze-Tag, Post Office, Horses – the things I used to play,
formed of my own body, their genesis in imagination.
I forged them with my friends, casting in flexible gold those games
That occupied a million summers. The swamp became a forest.
My movements, staggered through the mud, had no poetry.
I wandered alone, or guided a single friend: I needed no more community.

‘I rip your throat and kill u’ ‘U CHEATED!’ Is that what they call community?
No, Those Wolfquest WoW worlds are nowhere I could play;
Nothing that spins off of itself for me into spiraling poetry,
Nothing in filling up bars that stirs imagination:
I’d much rather lope in grey wolf shape in that forest .
I have no need for N00b-hunting games.

I freeze in terror at those games
Where I could be isolated from their Community,
Like a tree stomped out of its Forest.
I’d start it up, I’d want to Play
To see what so seizes others’ Imagination;
And I’d run and use that fear for bad Poetry.

Maybe I should just stick with Poetry
Frolic in a Frenzy, Free in Games,
Building perfect moments of Imagination.
I wouldn’t know how to really reach the Community,
But that’s fine. I know how to Play
Alone, making words to trees to Forest.

And then I find The Endless Forest:
It’s wordless. Just deer; A living painting, not poetry.
There, the players cast off words and play
Making names from symbols, miming games
That could be made.

"Jareth if it comes down to it ............I'll go with Jeremy"
she said pacing back and forth in her room
"Jareth you love me as a friend and seems that is all sooo it should benefit the kingdom if I"she shook her head and pressed her fingures into her temple.


"I don't want to go but if it means you'll be safe it's worth it "she whispered
If she waited any longer she would loose her nerve.
Even though she didn't know what to say she had to tell him about the threat.It would help in protecting him and the castle.


She sighed as she went to seek out the Goblin King her complexion was paler that usually and her blue eyes looked like they had grey in them.For they often reflected her mood.

Her small steps could be heard which she thought was unusual since the goblins were normally making racket.

"Your Highness there is somthing I need to tell you"she spoke with his title so that he might know that it was something serious.She looked at the ground so that he could not see her eyes or very much of her face.

When one's duty is to rule over a kingdom full of energetic, meddlesome miscreants, a minute's peace is a true blessing. Sixty seconds can feel like forever - particularly if one rewinds time.

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I woke up and smelt the freash air. I got up and started exploring my new home and surroundings. I went to the playground and played with another fawn. We played for a long time, then said goodbye. I wandered for a while and found a group of older stags. They were whorshiping tein statues. I decided to go over. They didnt seem to notice me so I layed down and dozed off. I had a dream about the twin statues. I learned that they were the gods of the forest. I woke up, seeing my mother in front of me. "Where have you been!" she said, looking at me with worry. "I was just exploring" I replied. "Ok. Just be careful" she said. "I will" I said as we went home and slept for the rest of the day.