My arms shake
There it goes
My heart breaks
Unraveling like a rose
My legs run
There I go
Pounding tendrils,
stomaching earth
All aglow
Standing tall and valiant
The truth,
like invisible green giants
Scaling up the trunks,
of trees of knowledge
Living on the outer limbs
Subsisting of the edge
I said "who can hear me now"
What can complete the,
circumference of me
Never holier than thou,
just whole
And holy
Cover me in mud,
branches, grass and hair
The hunt,
for truth,
is trying to bare
The hunt,
alive yet lucent
Brutal but fair
My arms shake
There it goes
My heart breaks
Unraveling like a rose
My legs run
There I go
Stealing the night
All aglow
My truth,
My light
That you'll never know
Author notes
artwork by me
whats going on in your portals girls and boys?
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Humm..what a journey of your wonderful muse brining the the scenario of your inside...well done..and thanks for sharing...
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Causion: bad feed back
it was only untill the end that i felt a hunt was going on...in my opinion i would of mentioned the prey and how sneaky i would have to be. i'm sorry to give you bad feed back i'm sure this took alot of time but maybe i see a hunt differently than you...keep working on it...no one is perfect... -
Absolutely amazing!
Just, wow. thanks.
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I love it. It's amazing and I love how you made it into an actual hunt. By the way, you look JUST like my older sister! You're really pretty!
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...That you'll never know.....
An ending to a crescendo of beauty.
Yet so surprising.
Structure and rhythm......impeccable.
The title...is just a riveting age old haunting wonder.
Within in ones self and humanity.
But it seems in all your shining glory,
that is a wonderful and newly discovered epiphany of truth and light for all to see ..except one....
It was the last stanza that was...your shining moment in the night....that went unknown to one who you pity for never seeing it in the first place...or one that you so wished could see now.
AN absoulutly radiant piece of poetry.
Your stellar work knocks me over every time.
You remind me of Robert Frost when he said.....
To be a poet
is a condition,
not a profession.
Keep on pushin,
straight ahead,
LOWELL
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OMG this is amazing! I love the flow and it was the title especially that caught my eye
Great write!
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Wow this is ... wow. It's been so long since I indulged in the splendour of your works... tooo long.
Your imagery and attatchement all scream out and enveloped me, if in a gentle way. Well done...
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I'm not really one for rhyming poetry, but this was great. :]
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This is beautiful... I'm new to writing poetry - actually rhyming words, lol, but as for poems that I've read recently, this one is going to stick with me. Fantastic job!
JADE RAYNE*
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This is a unique write about facing truth and I really like the way you have set it up. The form gives more power to the emotions within the write. Nice job! Blessings, Patty
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"the search for the truth is out there"...lol(X-Files) this was an exceptional write. the truth shall be freed from it's own clutterness. bare yourself ole' truth...lol! wonderful job, indeed!
. Rewarded 4
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Good job!
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