I see it all in brush strokes.
Every piece of me hanging in a frame.
They all stop and look at me,
and they don't even know my name.
The smoke glides in,
circling me like the shadows are free.
Are you proud of who you are?
Is this who you always wanted to be?!?
Watching the world spin you round,
making everybody's pain your cross.
Would you die to save me from this?
Or will you leave me exhausted.
My world is a canvas of storms and seas,
Raging with an island called Eden just beyond eye shot ,
I have to get there,
Failure is not an option.
I see it all in brush strokes.
Every piece of feeling I gave
along with pieces of my soul.
But who in the end gets saved?
A contest entry
- why do you live by h202.
650 points, ended August 2, 2008, 28 entries
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Comments
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in my personal feeling the poem would be much better if you just took out that string of adjectives that's kind of in the middle there. i don't like it. but the rest i do. and don't worry i'll be thinking over this much more than this comment may let o
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