You guys asked for another poem and tonight I just felt like writing one. This is pretty rough, (im just making excuses just in case you guys dont like) i mean if you have any constructive criticism, leave it in it comments. Thank you and enjoy. My muscles ache from all the moving ive done, my brain burns from all the thinking ive done. My eyes are dry from how long ive kept them open, my mouth is tired from forming all the words that ive spoken. My lungs weakened by the air ive breathed. My ears are ringing, nose is bleeding. My bones are cracking and creaking. IM covered in cuts and bruises and so is my skin. My soul is made from uneven peices of tattered cloth, held together by thread. However one day ill run out. I will fall apart. Peice by peice i will fade away. However until that day comes i will continue to enjoy the aches that have reminded me of where ive been , the burning in my head that keeps me going , the dryness of my eyes caused by my unrestrainable curiousity, the soarness of my jaw, that reminds me of how many words i havent said, the weakness of my lungs that remind me of my weaknesses, but show me that i have used my strengths, the ringing remind me of how much i love the sound of life, the bleeding re assures me that i am alive, the creaking well, its just unfortunate.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 11:39:19 +0000
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