Current mood:
ashamed
ashamedLife giving death
Premature decisions made by overripe thoughts.
Like a rotting fruit, my brain festers in its on putridity.
The ideas that come forth reek with morbidity.
My soul fights the rancor of all this self deprication.
It knows that even the best trees can bear the worst fruit.
My heart churns away, composting what's dead into new life.
Hope tells me that amidst the dark and dank, the sweetest flowers bloom.
Faith keeps me going with the promising scent of a fresh bouquet.
Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- Sept. 08
Like a rotting fruit, my brain festers in its on putridity.
The ideas that come forth reek with morbidity.
My soul fights the rancor of all this self deprication.
It knows that even the best trees can bear the worst fruit.
My heart churns away, composting what's dead into new life.
Hope tells me that amidst the dark and dank, the sweetest flowers bloom.
Faith keeps me going with the promising scent of a fresh bouquet.
Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- Sept. 08
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