I fall to the ground With all my shovels and spades Trying every one To see if it is strong enough, To break through the hard rock and dirt Digging a hole so deep, I feel completely swallowed inside, The hole taller then me, I after climb a ladder, To pull myself out,
To drag and pull my tired body No energy left in me Time wasted and wasted Endless digging in the hole Searching for you My treasure of gold
I longed for you so much I wouldn't think of giving up And throw away my hard work My desperate hands Grab the soil Toss and throw in the air Like gold showering over me
I breath heavy As soil landed on my head Dropped down my face If somebody else wants you I hope I win the race I lay stressed In the hole next to a mountain A mountain of soil I have dug up
But I won't stop yet This hole gets deeper Then the mountain will get bigger Deep within me I go hysterical Screaming I can't live without the treasure My mind fixed Not one thought did I have, then anything but the treasure
Not one thought Would pull me away Stop me digging And leave my body to rest Rushing through my head, Was the treasure waiting to be found My tired eyes won't sleep Not for a second Without what I want Continously my drained body, Will dig all night Exhausted, tired and worn out But waiting and waiting Is the treasure stuck underground
Some people find this difficult to heave this into reality. It is easy, trust me just think about what would you do if you were standing in a spot of a hidden treasure.
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Again the title drew me into this as I like verbs. I also cld not help smiling as in my mad office we often talk about the golden rule number 1 of holes: when in one stop digging. But of course we all then carry on digging like mad, sometimes digging laterally until the hole collapses about us. But the notion of the treasure changes things because if there is treasure there surely it is worth diffing for!?! If we don't dig we don't get the treasure.
GHOST: I'm too lazy to remember my password. So I'm hacking Dupree. Don't get mad at her.
I like this. I'm slightly annoyed at the "i long for you" thing because people seem to wanna bring love into freaking everything, but i do like this. it's pretty good. just... i dunno. get rid of the damn love s**t. pulling yourself out of a hole shouldn't be just because you fell in love and want out. maybe make it about something else.
no effort is ever wasted...there are lessons in failure that put us in good stead to succeed the next time around...sometimes we waste time in the search for an ideal that doesn't exist...and all the while the treasure was wrapped in our effort to get that elusive object to which we aspire...this write made me think..the hole metaphor is strong and this is a wholly competent write...i enjoyed it and will come back to read some more...cheers and good luk with the art :)
Sounds like a raise in consciousness or a dream like trance state hon! Awesome!
Never stop searching for that treasure, fot its there for us all in diofferent guises!
Excellent poem
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If your love is dead
Then you really wouldn't care
My laughter will carry on
Through out the night
I think and I know
I plan before I hurt
I think of what I do
You can fight back
And I'll find.. more..