When a Bee Stings

When a Bee Stings

A Poem by Mek & the Infinite Madness

...I remember the days
when I 
used to climb trees and 
looked at the sun
while wondering about 
butterflies and their yesterdays
I remember a time 
when the wind 
taught me to fly
a kite and 
how important it is
to keep my feet
on the ground
The earth used to smell nice
I remember the first night
that the moon told me 
tales about shadows and 
the hooting owl
and I 
remember one setting sun
when I walked away
from everything that 

remember...



Mek
Mar09

© 2013 Mek & the Infinite Madness


Author's Note

Mek & the Infinite Madness
walking away doesn't always get you somewhere...

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Ooooh :o that was nice, I loved but then reading your Author's Note.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! MIND BLOWN! I GET IT WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO! Sorry...I'm slow right now in the head but I get it!!! :D Mhmm, that's good ^-^ I loved this it was great, the detail was beautiful!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jamie Cook

11 Years Ago

i'm a girl ^-^
Mek & the Infinite Madness

11 Years Ago

ooops!! my bad...
Jamie Cook

11 Years Ago

lol that's okay ^-^ i get that :P

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