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The Writer

Here's the sun, it will, come undone, it's like...
An old stone, it will fall into the sea.
And all these secrets they will, fall from your tongues, portrait pictures of your favourite portrait sons.
The time has come for you to come undone, come undone, come undone.
The Writer battles with his pen in hand, to think up something you won't understand. And with the ban and banality of late, all we can do is hate; our words can't take a stand.
The time has come for you to come undone, come undone, come undone.




Poetry by Toulouse Wolfe.
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Written on 2010-06-06 at 19:35

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Toulouse Wolfe.
Thank you, Eli.

Haha, I didn't mean to cause offence, it just was written largely about a lot of people at my university who try to out-smarten others and write really pretentious pieces, when really sometimes simplicity is at the heart of a modest, intelligent writer... They try to write things so cryptically so others won't understand, thus assuming they are intelligent or wise... I suppose it is slightly ironic, as I can't always avoid writing with that sense of hidden meaning either... I'm just exploring ideas.
2010-06-08


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I just discovered the audio of this at myspace, it helps put it all together. I'm am very impressed - keep up the good work and best wishes with your creative journey.
2010-06-07


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Actually no.
Us writers are smarter...
Undone is never an option.

I did like the write :)
2010-06-07