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Forest Boy

How can you fall in love with what is not real?

I must ask the stars what they think of this sensation.

It is hard to navigate with a compass that has gone off course.

Thinking of the boy I met in the forest.

A million days before and a million miles from here.

Ask him what his name was, and he would change it every time.

Eyes green like the pines, eyes reflecting like the pond.

He goes where he wants to be and becomes whichever melody he pleases.

He is steady like the elder but as free as the sky itself.

I want to run away but he always stop me at the edge.

He became the forest to save a soul.

Forest boy has no family because he is infinite as space.

Pausing with each beating turn the planet takes.

Gentle when he closes the door and still when he falls.

Transfiguring himself into a form of peace in mind.

Forest boy and I have become so close and so far.


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12 replies »

  1. SMiles Dear Jade Romeo And
    Juliet Teach A Grand Lesson
    Romances

    Lasting

    Forever Now

    Die Before They

    Start Unrequiting

    Loving Treasure

    Art

    Lasts

    Forever Now

    Every Poet’s Dream

    Forever Empty Filling
    Precipice Tween Hell And

    Heaven Bitter Sweet Eternity

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  2. Goodness. I love this. Fantasy meets poetry. Great ending. Love these lines: “It is hard to navigate with a compass that has gone off course.”; “He goes where he wants to be and becomes whichever melody he pleases.”; “Ask him what his name was, and he would change it every time.” This really is an outstanding piece!

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  3. Thank you so much for such kind, thorough feedback. This was a pleasure to write and used the concept of an imaginary friend I used to dream about when I was younger. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks again, Benjamin.

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  4. Ah Yes Dear Jade i Remember
    University Days of Triple Majors
    And Three Part Time Jobs
    Never Missing A Work-Out
    Or 10K Race And Attending
    Weekly Bar For Dance
    And Weekly Church
    To Play the
    Piano And
    Sing For The
    Choir All That
    Was Missing Hehe
    Then From The All
    In A Day in The Life
    Buffet Sleep HAha

    Truly A Luxury Now
    To Focus In Flow on
    One Task With Money
    Or Grades No Contingency
    Of Life’s Creativity Always

    A Pleasure to
    Be Inspired By
    Your Poetry Dear
    Jade Always Nice to Drop By😊

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