Sometimes

Sometimes we are nothing more than what we are on the outside,like living masks

Sometimes we are born in light of a storm within a distant age, caught up in societies cage with a distant rage...

Sometimes we're living on the edge of reason with broken words with their broken sounds and we strive to make everything turn on its axis so that we aren't blind and can clear our minds of a searing conscience...

Sometimes we are faced with a blanketing fog that holds the melancholic realities that purge human life with the battles within wars that drives in full, a fire that pulses with shades of color illuminating tirelessly burning away like a kaleidoscope that colors lightness in the back of our minds...

And sometimes...we transcend on the surface with the reasoning that we may rise with the sun awake and alive.

Author's Note

mmm not really sure about this one its a bit broken up because most of it came from previous poems I wrote

Reviews

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I think this may have been about over analyzing life and dreaming to much, rather than just greatful we get to live day by day.

I liked how it flowed personally. I think it added much to the way I precieved it's sequence and the imagery contained there in.

A joy to read!

Tara M Stone

[Andrew'sWonderland]

Haunting!! I love this piece and remember that there does not always have to be a from or rhythm... Just let your words create it for you!!

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It gives me shivers everytime I read it.
I think it should be formatted differently, so that it's not just a big blob, but great job anyway!