This is the closest I've gotten to flying,
my skateboard is my baby, my wings,
When I roll, I fly,
words cannot describe the feeling,
my heart seems to just let go,
and I float in deep air.
They stare at me like I'm just,
just another crazy teen with a skateboard.
They are wrong, I'm not like the rest of them,
I obtain something... I... don't know how to describe it.
If you want to know, pick up a skateboard.
Not just any skateboard, but something that feels cool,
something that make you want to fly,
if you want you can barrow mine.
You can barrow my wings,
but I need them back,
to roll my walls,
to fly my skies.
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A contest entry
- Picture Inspired Contest (January) by Denierim.
1000 points, ended February 3, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is beautiful. I love the view you took to this picture and skateboarding in general. Like everyone else, they have their reasons to do it. They like it for different reasons, and this is such an amazing poem to show all that there is to skateboarding. Those wings, your words make me hope they carry far. I like that feeling you gave to me.
Wonderful work with this one!
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