Progression

A Poem by Tenten

Death that becomes true moment life

Corrupting the essence of innocence

Till sin becomes birth tainting evolution

With constant kiss creation

Existing in unedited fairytales made of

Child nightmares at their best deniable second

Creating the wanderer of burning forests

Those unending twining railroad tracks

© 2008 Tenten

Author's Note

Cp. 10:31PM Fri 05/23/08 �Blue� A Perfect Circle making quota, blind word creation (Typed, Prides)

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pasdepoisson

I love the line "Creating the wanderer of burning forests" in all its pungency.

I can't help but think the font could be smaller, though.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Tenten

Alamosa, CO

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I know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..