March 12, 2009
By Anonymous

The hight,
Is so magnificently thrilling,
Just the sight makes you stop,
In utter astonishment,
Of the tallest mountain,
You could ever bare to jump,

You wonder why,
You are taking such a risk,
But you cannot think now,
Or else you'll stutter,
And stop climbing,

You reach the top,
Standing on the edge,
Looking down,
You feel the sea need,
Of the sharp slashing waves,
To devour you,

You know this is what you want,
Then why aren't you moving?
Your thought's shout,

You run to the other end of the cliff,
Run full throttle,
Lifting yourself over the edge,

You wonder how you did it,
Doing three somersaults in mid-air,
You do the most perfect dive,
Into the piercing coldness thats the ocean,

You are so surprised,
That you try to scream,
But instead consume a mouth full of sea...

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Jess/poet said...
on Mar. 24 2009 at 5:28 pm
Jess/poet, Montreal, Other
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Very deep and interesting,

Keep it up!!!!


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