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The ground swells under each footstep
Injured by the weight of our thoughts
Littered in the remains of memories
Manipulated for the sake of goodbyes
The earth grows upward with each blow
Higher towards the sky, as we make our way
Yesterday I could not see the top
I was blind to the concept of time as it passed,
So mercilessly hidden by the promise
Of the eternity that comes with youth
I want to stop
The top seems so close now
And the path begins to narrow
The end is coming so soon.
I want to stop.
But my body does not believe me.
I feel my heart slow as time goes faster
Eager to pay back the minutes
I have borrowed from the universe
I need to stop.
What will I find at the summit?
What can exist on the other side?
- by HouseOfFlies |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/16/2010 |
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- Title: Untitled
- Artist: HouseOfFlies
- Description: I am writing for a poetry slam. Please critique? But try not to be brutal please!
- Date: 06/16/2010
- Tags: untitledpoemgrowinglife
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- NakedJack - 06/16/2010
- Nothing wrong with it, just really weak. No rhyme, rhythm, and probably hard to follow if it was read aloud, considering the images it inspires don't seem to connect. Take me on a journey of the mind, don't give me something to figure out. Least, that is how I feel these days.
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