"The Meadow Awaits"A Poem by Kameron ArmitageI just felt like writing some more...
Endless footsteps count the hours of each day,
circling us until there is nothing left to be circled. We sit in solitary confinement amongst a, grass field. The miraculous array of life and nature's interactions. The lonely gray cloud in the open crystal sky, cries it's simple tears onto my chest. They create a forceful impact, and distract me with the display of illusions. My clothes begins to soak in the sky's sadness, the depression leaking from its pours. The gorgeous green grass finds the sun once more, and warms the surface of the Earth, a blanket inviting me under. I have been engulfed by every strand of hair, dancing wonders in the light breeze. The gentle touch next to me startles me as it, grazes my contradicting eyes. World spinning, lights flashing, ground cracking. Dropped into a new era, allowing me to see people before I see their souls. New Worlds are never welcoming. Closing the eyes that rest my heart I exit, finding, once again, that light breeze with its crying cloud. The warm, soft hand lies on the tethered jeans, the only reminder of sanity in this world. Grasp it. Never let go. Allow the air to slowly erode your sins, desire, lust. Keep the love between the hands, lock it up, and use it every opportunity that presents itself. © 2010 Kameron Armitage |
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorKameron ArmitageGilbert, AZAboutI am 16 years old and I've been writing for about three months now and love every second of it. I am a guy and proud to write. I've ran into some problems, but everyone does. I hope you enjoy! more..Writing
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