Grinding clenched teeth,
fighting the ways and means,
all one can ever do,
is jump at the point
of conflicting confrontation,
and move at your own pace,
leaving the trails,
solely pockmarked by strangers
Hardened eyes,
reflecting a sterile environment,
but home is wherever,
this body decides to rest
Individuality need never to be
angry or confrontational,
dressing and acting in a way,
cleaving to peculiarity,
only giving out so much,
not consuming in return
Living behind these walls,
breathing beyond these words,
that twist and turn,
only to fold in on itself
Surely placid and bland,
parading in this typical gathering,
racing thoughts,
clinging to the moment,
only to turn around,
and let it all go...
Author notes
prompt: 'snails' from http://allpoetry.com/poem/4618085
I took the snail concept from the line, 'move at your own pace'(like a snail), and took it into left field...
written 10/04/08
A contest entry
- be your own inspiration by silverscent.
450 points, ended October 27, 2008, 22 entries
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