July 14, 2010
By crisscross BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
crisscross BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more."
~lord byron

Forget to swim

Your at the brink
The brink of destruction
As the world around you crumbles
So do the walls in your heart
The barriers that block your eyes

The hum of millions
Waiting for you in silence
The body’s radiate sound
But yet there lips never move

Loud thinking fills your brain
Is this all true or is this what you call insane
Slowly one by one
You shoot them off crucifying ideas
Never fulfilled
Dreams fall to the bottom of the list
Ambitions of destructions work their way up

Your torn
Shredded up inside
No oceans
Nor lakes
To drown your sorrow
But a glass of salty splendor
In which you could
Dip yourself
And drift into the past

The author's comments:
days upon days we forget to swim in our emotions, but we still carry on.

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