o,
what strange creatures
we are --
emerging, creating, loving
scarring, healing, crying
yearning,
living
dying.
under spacious skies
above hallowed ground
we sing in rhythm with the rain
we breathe in rhythm with the earth
under broken skies
above fallow ground
we run with the cadence of our hearts
we weep with the cadence of the rivers
will we ever learn
will we ever change
we're going in a circle
and we can't get up
get up
get up
get up.
even after birth
we still have
soft spots,
spaces that should never
be pressed
but are always aching.
o lord,
what strange creatures we are.
Author notes
title: "water landing" third eye blind. one of the most amazing songs ever.
Comments
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Inspired!
Great poem even with all the pain scars and sad holes!
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the spacing in this is so beautiful. and i love how it came full-circle. you are very talented.


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thank you so much!
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"even after birth
we still have
soft spots,
spaces that should never
be pressed
but are always aching."
so true, so true
though i do enjoy the strangeness from time to time


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<3 you.
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