The matter flows with millions gallons per minutes
Out of my brain the troubles of a common life
Flows onto the pavement leaving a trail behind me
The feet hitting the ground with a rhythm that keeps me going
My soul slowly lifting upon the surface
Without the troubles weighing it down
I begin to sweet my sadness and misery away
Taking a random corner to try to take more time
To give the soul to rest
As my physical body gets more beat
Rushing though my mind as fast as lighting
“everything will be ok”
Author notes
"a trip of thousand miles, begans with the first step"
that is my quote
A contest entry
- FOR THOSE WITH A LOVE OF RUNNING(I"m practically giving you free points) by God is my reality.
950 points, ended December 19, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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It's definately different, I'm not really sure if i like it or not, I'm giving it time to sink in, you're a great writer, but this poem isn't one that sticks out. Good luck in the contest
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Oh YES
I really like the line about your troubles leaving you on the pavement. I would re-spell, sweet to sweat< I think that is what you wanted to say. I am a bad speller so see for yourself. Great run on the page and the pavement.
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