February 26, 2010
By Diane Villadsen BRONZE, Campbell, California
Diane Villadsen BRONZE, Campbell, California
2 articles 1 photo 2 comments

All disolves.
I am beyond the world,
among atoms and energy,
soul and spirit.
The abstract is real,
the real is gone--
The cycle spins,
I recall lives past
and embrace the
voice of death.
In ages this room will be gone,
tarnished by time,
a speck of dust.
Of what is the soul composed?
The mechanics of spirit,
ghost trails,
gracefully enlaced with vines and blossoms
of the psyche.
Can we grasp infinity?
To point a line at space,
to reach what doesn't end,
to bask in the galaxy,
trying to find a reason.
Beyond fact,
beyond complexity,
I find a new world,
governed only
by my soul.

The author's comments:
I feel like this is one of my first poems that has truly been able to capture what goes on when I'm at my deepest. It may be slightly esoteric to others, but to me it says so much.

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on Apr. 1 2010 at 12:04 pm
ShernayB. DIAMOND, Southfield, Michigan
62 articles 1 photo 881 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some things will never change"---Tupac

And it is very amazing...I really like your emotions in this.  Keep writing dear...

And if you have time, please check out my work. Comments and ratings are GREATLY appreciated.

                   -----Shernay B.


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