Black Vine Intertwine In and out, in and out, in and out Through this forest of twists and turns are all the hurt, the pain, the joy, and the anger from years and months past. It's a forest of words and feelings. It was built from phrases and emotions. These are poems that molded and took shape of the black vines weaving their branches. Sometimes they block the path and sometimes they make a way out. But the truth is that they will always be there. To help or to hinter, everyone has to go through this forest and, one way or another, they get out of it. This is poetry. This is life. Follow CT...