Warm and loving,
And a soft touch, and clean and happy
And
Security , always secure.
And a hard shove into
A brutal world so
cold and
Harsh and so
Unforgiving.
And blood on my knees
That coagulates, and marks where I’ve fallen,
And
And mud on my hands,
And confusion, constant confusion.
And it’s like screaming,
Only no one notices, because they’re screaming too.
And every rock,
Every stone that cuts my skin,
Makes me crawl a little further,
And as I pass the clouds,
They whisper to me,
As the grey on the stones rubs
My fingers white and chalky.
And when I’m on that plateau above the sky,
I can finally stand up,
And make my legs hold me, for they’ve carried me this far.
And then I can stand,
Above the clouds that mocked me,
The falling rocks that drop as I rise,
And I can stand above them,
And laugh.
Submitted: November 06, 2011
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Your first poem is really well written....good start...
and I like it!
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thanks heaps!
Sun, November 6th, 2011 8:52pm
thanks guys! that's really nice of you. If you like, I'll try and see if I can find some older ones of mine for you. :)
Mon, November 7th, 2011 12:08am
I love this tat! Do you know how to reply to comments? Just click on the comments and click reply! Ily I loved this poem it is very expressive!!
Mon, November 7th, 2011 1:40am
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oh wow! you can reply to them and everything! Thnx!
Sun, November 6th, 2011 8:51pmFacebook Comments
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hotstory4you
nice poem
Sun, November 6th, 2011 10:44pmAuthor
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thanks!
Sun, November 6th, 2011 8:52pm