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Author: bkj43
ASL Info:    22/m/va
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Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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I think you'll get it


It is time,
This very second,
A cry of roots and shoots
Bursting from the start
Of their respective spheres,
Both reaching
To the end;
Blue sky,
Brown earth.

How sad I am,
How bent my back
From walking under
The weight of my insecurities
And my ignorance,
All so I could fit
In that low door to
With just the right amount of shame
To feel comfortable
And carry conversation.

But I am a pillar,
A god of action and appreciation,
A walking note of music,
The measure of all things,
...My favorite thing.

A graduated beast
With a diploma of love.

It's time
To crawl out of the pool of
Self pity,
And reach.

Submitted on 2008-12-07 04:58:05     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is an interesting take on a common area,
insecurities, personal demons, such and such.

But this piece radiates a sense of hope and perseverance,
where the speaker sheds his burden and reaches for something greater, striving to be better and more prominent in this world we live in. How insignificant we are in the great scheme of things, our lives a mere blip in the eyes of society, yet if we strive-
we can be great works of art in our own sphere of reality.
It only takes perseverance and the ability to ignore your comfort zone...

I have massive stage fright. I used to have an amazing voice, but i never used it,
and now it's lost. i never shaped it into something that could be used to better the world and make it a more beautiful place. I regret that, but it made me realize that humanity as a whole can't let their insecurities get in the way of becoming something great.

maybe I'm rambling.

nonsensical remarks,
first reactions, etc.

and the usual trite phrases:
keep up the good work,
great poem,
blah blah blah,

you know.

| Posted on 2008-12-17 00:00:00 | by CourtneyLynne | [ Reply to This ]
  we're mutable creatures, always changing with the tides: both an emotional and physical landscape to look at from different angles.

i find comfort in the message you share.

there is a calm sense of rolling with it all, yet resisting when one has to. who is normal? everyone has their own little quirks, their own personal demons to contend with. i guess, on an overall median scale there is a definite 'normal' but i've never found it. nor do i wish to. i revel in the exotic, the strange, the mismatched socks in my drawer, etc etc. and find comfort in all of this.

time for change. time to burst free and unfold your petals. i share your mantra. always have. a lot of us do, yeah?

| Posted on 2008-12-07 00:00:00 | by meoww | [ Reply to This ]

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