Polar Myth paradigms

by WhoThisWayComes   Mar 18, 2008


We marched toward the Atlantic
We've blown these holes hollow
We never could look inside as they just gaze back
Will the sun set like practiced bravado?
Will the epitaph's grave the hourglass?
Our hands turn to fists
wage war on your favorite day
silhouetted confusion marks the blurry bullets
pocket holes wounds us all
we'll never look again

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  • 16 years ago

    by Just Sierra

    You are beautiful.
    This poem is beautiful.
    We are beautiful.
    And your mind is beautiful.
    And I love you. xD
    I love your poem, even though I'm too tired to figure out the meaning of it, but you know what? It sounded great and that's all that matters.
    Besides...it's expected that you'd be smarter than me. No surprise there. You've already graduated high school and college.
    As for me..
    I'm a dope whose still in school. I can only aspire to attain half your greatness.

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