We are the moving parts of
a million machines,
A swoop of momentary panic-
So close, what could have happened-
The edge of my voice is manic,
and I知 placed on the edge
Of delicious failure,
Why fight?
Who痴 right?
I知 a battle, but I知 not lost
Not yet, just pain痴 the cost.
You池e the moving parts of this machine,
Together we make a dynamic scene
I知 half the confusion, find me please,
Hiding in the wind-swept trees.
Read what you will, say what you say,
I will live for another day.
What痴 fluidity? I知 not you,
I知 the defiant, irritant truth.
This is pain and he is love,
I値l quit myself but not give up.
I値l make the offer but never sell,
I値l scream it out but never tell.
Brutal life is a form of art,
But even more is life from the heart
A contest entry
- please understand me now by forced perfection.
450 points, ended May 6, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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totaly awsome
i know you would do well on here
good luck for the future
love hippy XOX
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i've read this before i think, and like then it's still gives me that kick good poetry tends too =P so its good =), damn good =)
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GREAT! Buddy
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cheers!
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