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The sea has risen, I am copper expelled to sandy shores and beating hands, I am the shape of tomorrows guise mottled and unstable, thrown into the fray of burning air and sharpened eyes. Serenity blurs, disgusting and pure, unto the faces of the leather carriers, pain is a great teacher of many things. I used to be a little boy with razors swimming in my system, harmonic blazes of truth waiting to grow, yet something more has overcome me, bending days to match my dreams indifferently, standing by the gates of reality, ready to set all the smeared faces free.. Svw |
your work seems to me a moment that is frozen and explained on the paper. static like sea and intense like a stimulus of taking a step ahead. the ending lines are so impressive that when i read them, and ended them, i felt like i hadn't finished them. so thought provoking! great piece of work.. appreciated! | Posted on 2012-02-25 00:00:00 | by Iram | [ Reply to This ] | yes, pain is a great teacher...but sometimes we are not very good students...and we need extra help and more tutoring to understand. | learning from mistakes seems to be really hard sometimes... the sea knows...it is that reality that can set us free, wash away the dreams or help them float to fruition. jacob | Posted on 2012-02-24 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |