Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Some Things Never Change

Hanging upside down

Watching the world go by

Suspended in my universe

Of laughing through this moment I have bent

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Rewound the memories of swinging on branches when I was young

Never knowing the reenacting of our species on the playground

Hair upside down and blood rushing to my face

Smiling about my talents of holding on with no hands to brace

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A mystery how the gravity never brought me down

I'm sure more than a few have had their fair share of broken crowns

Yet the pump of yelling calling cheering felt warm to hear the sounds

The swoosh of wind and current of gasping

Made the world go by so fast and flying behind me, all in the joy of monkeying around

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.