I want to watch the pieces
Fall away
Fall to the ground
Fall through my fingers
In droplets of blood
I want to feel the coldness
As it spills over me
As it cracks
As it breaks through apathy
In waves of realism
I want to touch the broken art
When my belief dies
When I lose the tug-o-war
When my heart beats more and more
I want to watch the pieces
Amalgamate again
Like a puzzle in the whole
With each piece placed exactly
In it’s rightful place,
Each piece fitting in
A bigger picture
A bigger vision
Of it all
I want to watch it all
Fall apart
Then come together
Over and over again,
Like a beautiful waterfall
Cascading o’er a mountain
Forward and rewind,
Crisp and clear.
Author notes
eh, I always think of life as a looking glass. I was on the bus today, and I thought about smashing my fist through the window. Then I thought of life, and the on going bad week I've had. This is what happened. I like symbolism and I use it a lot.
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It tells, and you used it well... very nice images throughout. I liked the soft, waving beats that danced throughout this piece. I wish I could leave more of a comment on here, but, alas, I am being summoned away.
Good luck in your future works.
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:] Mersi. It's quite a surprise when I wrote it since it was the second poem after my horrid writer's block.
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I love this poem!!! The imagery was wonderful, and I love the morbidness in it
I think I feel like that sometimes, too. You just want to watch it all crash around you... It's weird. You did an awesome job 
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Heh... funny who you run into randoming around the site.
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"She matters, when everything is meaningless"
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