Pressure strokes bleed through my paper,
With no anger,
But only on the pad i savor.
To me I'm a stranger.
I leak like a pipe with a cloth for sealing,
I'm not perfect so i leak with pressure,
The emotion you see is not what I'm feeling.
To me I'm darker then death in a letter.
The sun shines but the heat never reaches,
I steadily stand in the face of defeat,
I sturdily laugh at the people who reek of breaches.
I stand in a fort not even shame can reach.
My heart shifts not becoming worse but bigger,
I stare at existence in the eye,
I look at death in the face, pull the trigger.
To me i will never die.
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I am loving this. (surprise surprise) but really, you are on fire these days.
ReplyDeleteOk so, 2nd stanza is absolutely amazing. My favorite power filled line is "The emotion you see is not what I'm feeling"
Glue teh pen to your hand as not to put it down for a second. It's your time to shine.
~love it and I love you
"to me i'm a stranger" .... how much deeper can you get than admiting to not know who you are or will be? forever changing is right.
ReplyDelete"The sun shines but the heat never reaches"
Again a colorful picture is painted with your words, I'm feeling that line. It's amazing the things that could be meant by it .. "To me i will never die" to be unsure of who you are but not questioning your mortality is deep.