The blood has changed the Sea,
No way to move,
I feel like I am falling,
Speaking only in soft whispers,
Leaving my soul,
Running from my own Shadow,
The light that was once in your eyes
A life,
after eating that bright blue crayon
The pain, the anger,
think that I am someone they know?
Of the wind in the waves,
Looking at the stars above,
Flowing Into the Nautical mind,
leaving my soul,
and the barricades of the future.
Author notes
I know this poem is exceptionally wierd for me. But look at the contest, you might understand why.
A contest entry
- The Magic of THREE! Stealing the third line from your own poems to build a new poem! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What was your first thought?
Comments
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You realize of course, the true beauty of this poem?
The light that was once in your eyes
A life,
after eating that bright blue crayon
The pain, the anger,
think that I am someone they know?
Of the wind in the waves,
Looking at the stars above,
Flowing Into the Nautical mind,
leaving my soul,
and the barricades of the future.
Your undeniable genius has now been discovered.
The Magic of Three has found a great poet and it is YOU!
This poem makes perfect sense.
You only have to read it to see this. 
YES YES YES! ++++
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