Poetic License (497 hits)
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Submitted by <uberweiss.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-07-05 05:52:35 EDT
I wandered the night desert, my eyes on the stars as they wheeled overhead,
laughing at the oceans of space, as they lapped their waves against the shores of desert night.
Awash with wonder I walked unheeding, unknowing, yet wondering,
where I had come from,
Where I was going.
Sands, shifting beneath my feet,
hissing like fate escaping the hourglass,
and as I lowered my gaze I found warmth and firelight dancing before me.
And a man,
sat haunched with his dark eyes glittering across the fire.
I walked closer and sat down, eager for warmth and company.
"Where did I come from?" I asked.
"That, is for you to decide," he said.
"Where am I?" I asked him.
"Nowhere," he shrugged, "and everywhere. This is the crucible called Life."
I looked above to see trails of light, the stars spinning in their ocean depths.
Gasping at their beauty I looked to him again and realised I was standing.
"Who am I?" I asked.
"You are the boy," he replied and the corners of his mouth creased with mirth.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am you," he smiled, "can you not feel the truth of it?" He stood, facing me across the flames.
"But you are older," I said, "full grown and wise. I am but a boy."
"That," he said, "is where I come from."
He took a step toward me, my own feet dragging me forward as his eyes held my life.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"That is for us to decide," he replied,
And we stepped into the fire, merging as one, flames searing the past and the future,
to become the present,
And I walked from the fire,
No longer the boy, or the man.
But me.
UW
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Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2005-07-05 09:38:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
poetry bad, this is good http://www.ubersite.com/m/69958
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-07-05 08:27:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
-2 for writing poetry on a suspended license
Submitted by Feijuada (user info) at 2005-07-05 06:31:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Here's some poetry:
"I like dog turds
they taste like candy
they are brown"
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