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    dots Submission Name: Rapture In Motiondots

    Author: throughmyvoice
    ASL Info:    19/f/US of A
    Elite Ratio:    3.63 - 69/113/51
    Words: 322
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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       I never thought of myself as a runner

    And really when I think about the whole process, the meticulousness, the repetition, the seemingly pointless effort and wasteful time

    I just think how happy I am not to be logical

    Running brings me a joy that is usually quite unexplainable, it invokes in me a feeling of such freedom I want to scream with happiness when I run

    A little psychotic, I realize

    Hopefully this piece will make you understand a little better

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    dotsRapture In Motiondots

    My heart; thudding, steadily rising
    The drumbeats set the tempo for my feet
    My blood; flooding, crashing around me
    Flooded and flowing like a storm-soaked street

    My breathing;
    Crashing sighs
    Echoing from stifled and depthless skies
    My feet;
    Echoing screams
    Breaking like rafters and heartfelt dreams

    And Iím a meteor hurdling through galaxies
    Faster than light
    Lighter than dreams

    Electricity at my fingertips, the world in my hands
    Elements of nature bow to meet my demands
    My body striving to obey my driven commands

    Accelerating energy burning the atmosphere
    Thrill of the moment suspended to a year

    The tension of the air matched only by
    Tension in my calves, and in my thighs
    And my knees; diving, lunging, bending
    Like a suspense novel, climaxing, nearing the ending
    Concentrated and focused, on my ever-lasting goal
    The pinnacle of the story almost peaked
    The triumph in the race, not the completion
    The invisible finish line, impossible to reach

    Can you sense the power?

    The power coursing through my body
    Exuberant, glorious, elegantly haughty
    Possessing, capturing me, raping and raunchy
    Intoxicating my senses, lavish and gaudy

    All on Mount Olympus envy me
    Drunk on this sweet nectar of the gods
    Speeding, tearing through electrified air
    Hermesís sandals strapped tightly on

    Winged creatures my only competition, stalwart with feathers
    Coursing past my jealousy, taunting with all possible measures
    The winds pushing against me in their displeasure
    At my attempt to be swifter than my human tether

    Denying me as their adopted child
    But in this moment, they claim me as theirs
    As I chase towards infinity with their approval
    Permitting me to climb Godís stairs

    Surrounded by cloud splatterings
    Lit by the promise of sunbeams
    That is painted on natures ceiling
    Racing towards the oblivion in the sky
    The glorious heavens open and consume me
    And rapturous in motion
    I birthe wings and fly

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      Wow. Shit. (Hope you don't mind my language, I was raised by sailor-like creatures.) [censored]...

    It left me speechless. Beautiful writing, you've got a true gift; never give it up. (I know, It's stupid to be getting advice from a kid younger than you, I don't care though.)

    Everybody has their own thing that makes them feel true bliss. Most people just haven't found it. For you, it's running. Like a wild mustang, you can be free and forget all of the problems surrounding you. You can break down the tallest and thickest of walls with ease. For me, It's a few things. Reading, Writing, Listening and (My favorite) just staring at the stars from my old tree house. What used to be a tree house, anyway. Now it's just a window from my bathroom. I wish I still had a treehouse, I used to go up there and just let go of reality. I'd scream, cry, laugh, or just read poetry. Try to figure out the messages buried deep within the words of their creator. Try to see their shallow points and their deepest points. It required a lot of thinking, but thinking is relaxing to me. It eases me into sleep and shakes me into conciousness every day and night.

    Sorry I've wasted your time, you can't be enjoying reading my babble.

    Happy Holidays!

    | Posted on 2005-11-28 00:00:00 | by Raven_TheWolf | [ Reply to This ]

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