Sticking to the winds i dissapate,
I must not be found,
No breath while you imatate.
Fog.. over the ground.
You can never cradle my existance,
Im forever expanding,
The only defence is resistance.
With juvenile reprimanding .
Im crashing in bushy restricted area,
Repairing scars and joining lessons.
Repairing trench ground and hysteria,
I'm trashing and disarming weapons.
Customers could never tamper...
I will not trip on rocky gravel,
Like long-leafed i stem,
Or disappear when i travel.
I will never sink nor swim.
Customer service with no answer...
One drip of my forever, will replace your eternity,
Learn to be the best or try,
Finesse in thinking takes taciturnity.
Learn to deal with life or die.
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"No breath while you imatate."
ReplyDelete"You can never cradle my existance,
Im forever expanding,"
I love the imagery of this one, and the truth it holds in connection with you as the author.
"Im crashing in bushy restricted area,"
LOVE THIS LINE
"I will never sink nor swim."
"One drip of my forever, will replace your eternity,"
THIS LINE IS JUST WOW! It can translate so many ways
"Learn to deal with life or die."
This is such a true point and I just love it as the ending
Ok now THAT was a lot of quoting of my fav lines throughout. :) Great job with this one.
ur poems suck...thats why ur writing them on the internet and not in books!
ReplyDeleteokay, previous commentor ... you an idiot. its hard for people to see talent when they read poetry with a closed mind. i only hope that it will motivate him to write more. every word he writes is a piece of him and you should be greatful he is willing to share his heart in a place where it can be viewed.
ReplyDeletemonte-
you keep getting better. i am pleasantly suprised with every post. you will be brilliant, everyone will see .. just give it time. good things come to those who wait.