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    dots Submission Name: sanctuarydots

    Author: shaman
    ASL Info:    32/m/Holland,MI
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 821/406/72
    Words: 266
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 910
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       This is not worthy of being posted but i may work with it more. Anyway i'm writing again even if it's terrible. in the works

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    The way that it feels,
    Feet congealing to rubber; through cotton,
    It's as if I've forgotten this vehicle is naturally soleless
    Nestling into this skin, blessed sanctity in motion
    Knees bend then extend sending me airborne
    And with this propulsion comes the expulsion of all other thought,
    I become simply sensation;
    The wind on my skin, the other side of the river bank rapidly approaching, the clarity of the freezing stream
    Three or four feet beneath me
    Upon impact black dirt indents an inch or two,
    Pounding the ground with my limbs to distribute
    the force
    Scrambling through an obsticale course
    dodging roots and shoots of new growth
    Canopy cloaked in shadow
    My eyes oscilate battling to keep pace
    Peripherial vision falters
    Against a maple branch my cheek is scraped
    Outstreched arms embrace the picnic table top
    Nearly wretching from lactic acid
    For a moment forced to stop
    The termite toppled hemlock is slick beneath my feet
    Hopping to the hand rail
    Running up the banister with ease
    The wooden creak beneath my feet makes me feel at home
    When I reach the peak as almost always I'm alone
    The dune erodes below me as I laugh lauching myself quickly from the path
    Scrambling high above the valley across a tree bridge thats at least 2-3 years old
    Euphoria taking hold
    Rotating my torso back and forth
    Swiveling to the forest floor
    Elated by this intercoarse with nature

    sorry this is under constuction---------

    Submitted on 2008-05-14 08:26:13     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Still see you so clearly...parkour

    It should be tucked away...chill-in' with the others I've saved ;)


    | Posted on 2014-05-13 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]
      I love the way you launch yourself into this extrapolation, willing to believe in nothing more than the ecstatic euphorias of existence to get away from the Jumby fuckerness your stance has brought. I love how the ground gives when you land and can truly relate the obstacle course this ensues. Then you stop running and ascend your edifice erection reveling in the impunity this conjunctiveness brings you, the thought of such intellectual sanctities on the sentience. We are elated that the flora serves us as we clamber through the canopy, yes to be the apex of the food chain!!!!!!!


    PS: did I tell you……..I love this???
    | Posted on 2014-04-24 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      You really have some sharp and clear images in this one. Just as I like it. The only thing that I think needs improvement is the flow of the poem. Other than that it's good as it is.
    | Posted on 2008-11-21 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ]
      you know why I like this one...it's totally you...this whole piece I'm thinking "something he loves coming through in his words"

    Beautiful...it is ruff and could use a little buffing but I'm happy to see it.

    I can see you atop the cliff looking out over the world

    | Posted on 2008-05-20 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]

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