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July 5, 2013
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You are an oak carved table
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something someone found useful.

I was screwed tight together
with fixtures, fights and fittings
by so-called master craftsmen,
who wanted me to be firm,

who wanted my artificial endurance.
Men who wanted my knots undone
and for me to hold them up,
but I am a chair, and you are a table.

You have told me of the days
when seventy percent of you
was forcefully ripped out
leaving a splintered hollow behind.

I know how abrasive people
rubbed you up the wrong way
with sand paper to keep you quiet,
and with words to keep you down.

Plain men with plained minds
that have been stroked to the quick
and left only with the core
of their brutal carver instincts.

I know how you were made, table.
I am five pieces nailed together
With sticky tape for good measure.
You are one whole still, somehow

and when I need you, you are stable
and your legs are thicker than mine,
run faster and bear more pressure
on your level head and shoulders.

People still sit on me, squash me down,
You endured so much already,
the chips, the scratches, the sawing,
but you are still so steady for me.

You are an oak carved table
that has been hewn and hacked
from its original pure form
into something they did not intend;

A poem about my friend Nina. She wanted to be immortalised in literature again (last time I wrote about her I was like 15, it was lame haha) and so I tried to do what I did with ~Konjuku in Soil and think of a new metaphor, something weird but wholly true. I tried to think what objects resembled her, our relationship, and I thought of a table. Because its steady, the center of my family life (so personal) and stable despite the fact a lot happened to the wood to get it to be a table. My friend is the strongest person I know, despite a shit ton of bad stuff. She gives me constant inspiration but also no-judgement support. So let's see if she finds being a table complimentary or if she hits me with a brick.

Long story short, love ya Neeeeenor!
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
A wonderful poem with rich imagery and the strength of silent resistance. And I especially loved the final part, that celebrates the person as it is, with all the ways she has been hurt and changed by others and live, as perfect.
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2013
smiles, she is fantastic :love:
Hallucinate-in-Paint Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Student General Artist
This is beautiful.
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013
Squee! Thanks!
AcashicAurora Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013
Goode Lorde That's Great !
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013
Gosh thanks! :D
InterrogateMe Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2013   Writer
This is absolutely beautiful!
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013
Thank you!!
PuzzledHeartBox Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013
This is damned impressive :clap:
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2013
Squeals! Yay! Thanks Mr PHB
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