Matchstick

Matchstick

A Poem by Winter of '97
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A bit of free verse

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The matchstick man. Smiling mask, hiding the pain, and beauty within. Flesh of wood, heart of tree. He has seen much, but can speak of it to no one. He holds the key to inspiration, passion and love. For he has seen more truths than we will see in a lifetime. He won’t be a poet nor artist but he will be the grandest thing of all...inspiration.

© 2012 Winter of '97


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Hehe, I like it! It makes me feel that the matchstick man exists in the world around us, smiling in his darkness, grinning at our stupidity.
Wow, I need some sleep. Ignore my rambling.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on March 27, 2012
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Tags: Matchstick, wood, Trees, Inspiration

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Winter of '97
Winter of '97

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Hey(: I'm fourteen years old and was born in New Zealand(: though im also a British citizen(: I love writing but can never seem to finish anything!! more..

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