They said.

The importance of your own intuition.

I was sitting inside of a tree's shade. The summer air resonated into its natural divide.
 I pondered on my anti-self, so in essence, myself. I wondered what opposed me, and what it could teach me. So far i've taught myself the best. My own intuition utters, and resonates me. It comes in a layering vapor, changing to liquid, then solid, then smoke. Everytime it happens, I die, and you die. The blasphemy rings towards the walls, marking and naming each demise. The truth sits still, alone, unmoved for every occasion. My tree starts to bend.
I have lost my shade.
The shade left me.
I'm lost in the sun,
and all the colors I once knew.
Left now with a memory, opposed to a view,
the sounds in the darkness sweep.
The snakes at my ankles coil and stretch into shapes at impossible speeds,
overlapping themselves into forms, bigger and bigger, begging me to succumb.
I beg them to stop.
The grandest scale I knew,
when I scaled the serpents skin,
searching for myself,
was the grandest scale there is.
If I could live alone I thought,
a certain woman,
for a certain spot. Though,
how certain could I be?
They beg, "listen to me."
So I move to find a new tree.

A ruined family, by a man.
She begged twice.
So masculine, he asked,
"are you sure its alright?"
"Eat up and we'll tell you,"
they said.

Reviews

[Mr.Allegory]

I absolutely adore your writing style, it's pleasing to my limbic brain bits. I like your phrasing of things. It makes me smile. I read it through at least three time & repeating the lines I'm particularly fond of more than I can count.

Lovely write~

-Mr.Allegory

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I like your style of writing here.It is as if you are reflecting on your own self as you are writing and using certain symbolic objects on the way to state your thought process.Very innovative and good.

[roarke]

This is really good stuff.... probably the best you've written so far. I'd say this is the direction you want to explore more. Nice writing indeed.