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I live in the revolving door
Glass panels surrounding on all sides
Moving in a constant circle
Like my own personal solar system
With me at its center
Alone except for the occasional star
Slipping through the leaves
Always coming in and out with a bang
Hurrying onward toward the future
Where we no longer meet
So I stay in the revolving door
Waiting for another star to come
Bridging the gap between time:
What was, what is, and what will be
Just a memory soon enough





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Zammy said...
May 13, 2011 at 7:38 pm
Your poem is simply amazing! Great work!
 
dancergurl22 said...
May 12, 2011 at 12:48 pm
i love this poem!
 
AdultSwim said...
May 11, 2011 at 2:05 pm

'Fudge' all them. Adding in space and stars just makes it more eloquent. Or maybe kf00zy is right, talking about anything outside of our own world and angst is unoriginal and confounding.

Nah. This is one of the first relatively popular poems on here that doesn't make we want to throw up at its popularity. Good stuff.

 
kf00zy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2011 at 4:50 pm
I love the image of the revolving door but when you bring in space and stars and leaves I got a little confused. Also, I don't know if you wanted it that way, but adding some punctuation would help your readers know when to pause. Other than that, theres something about this poem that I really like. Spinning around and around in a revolving door is almost scary and comforting at the same time.
 
Marlyre This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2011 at 2:40 pm
nice concrete images... beautifully capturing the spinning world we live in
 
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