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I awake in the darkness before the time is right
A cloud of confusion and discomfort envelop me
I roll around in a blue bed of roses and thorns
Weakened by the hour, smothered with an urge
To go back to where i was
As i reemerge into the new brightly colored sea of life
The fresh breath or morning enters my lungs
And i begin a new campaign of existence.
I escape from my comfort zone
As i enter the cardboard, glass, and tin can jungle
That was created the night before
My gaze shifts and I am now lost
Into a cool, deep, contrasting utopia
Inversely related to its surroundings
Worlds are within worlds
I travel back through the narrow path
Going past the room of the beast
To the spot i call home
Months have been spent with little progress
Days go by like hours
I feel like I am just here for the ride
Hearing sounds of summer in the middle of winter
Things are increasingly changing around me
Cleansing of the never ending self is upon us
It's time to change what is broken
Whispering trees and the sound of leaves
Flowing into each other by the will of the wind
Birds chirp and dance and defy gravity
And sing their songs in harmony
Mother nature is a musician
- by Skepsis1712 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/29/2012 |
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- Title: The flow
- Artist: Skepsis1712
- Description: I wrote this one morning after just having a feeling of being poetic and wanting to be descriptive in my own way. Thought i would share.
- Date: 03/29/2012
- Tags: theflow
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Entropic Void - 06/21/2012
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ooh fancy five star for you mister! oh check mine out will ya? its a spoken word but its still poetic :')
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- Skepsis1712 - 04/06/2012
- =]
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- Malevolent_Midnight - 04/05/2012
- Love it.
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