The
Heaven
feels so real
in my weathered hands
like dust, like fire, like rain
a crushing gravity of fulfillment
I am cherished!
I am cherished!
For I've inched
brink of damned
and I was once
perished
in
falling
through
the
depth
of
sins
and crushed onto the
cold marred ground
paralleled with horizon
driven by day and night
sculptured by art of time
yet at times I still went on
for the roads split into many
and many lead to one only
in this direction.
Heaven
feels so real
in my weathered hands
like dust, like fire, like rain
a crushing gravity of fulfillment
I am cherished!
I am cherished!
For I've inched
brink of damned
and I was once
perished
in
falling
through
the
depth
of
sins
and crushed onto the
cold marred ground
paralleled with horizon
driven by day and night
sculptured by art of time
yet at times I still went on
for the roads split into many
and many lead to one only
in this direction.
Damn. I've written a comment but it just won't post!
ReplyDeleteNeways,
I can imagine you reading this~! Walaweih.. :D
This poem is very unique in the sense that it combines imagery with rhyming. I like it. Especially the falling part. (Tis honest.)
Why do emo people always make good poems?? haihhh.. haha.Not fair.
Try challenging urself and write a happy poem.
That wud be so WEIRD.. o_o. hoho.
one more
ReplyDeletethe poem makes shape
at the top where heaven resides
the arrow is showing up (heaven is always potrayed up above the sky)
when it starts to 'perish'
the lines are shrinking (generally)
and make the shape of eroded electrode(WTH)
is it a coincident?
or u really meant it?