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Dreams just past the toughened wire
Reach in, begging me to crawl
One touch is all they require
To make me move from behind the wall

Skin outstretched in a desperate plea
Reaching through; slicing in
Is this the price for wanting to be free?
Will there be anything left to keep?

Make me climb the weathered wall

        Tell me it's ok to slip and fall

I see it there as it continues to call
   
        Can't keep living and dying behind it all
©2003-2009 ~alwayzdazd
:iconalwayzdazd:

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clinging to the hope of something that is just waiting to be grasped..claiming the will to find out what it is.


*Stock photo courtesy of ~serp-stock; edited by myself.

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:icontanyazpics:
this is very emotional and well-written... Nice talent.. keep it up!! It seems song-like... thats cool

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Don't shrink your dreams to fit inside the box... Expand the box to fit your dreams.
:iconxtheravenx:
I can feel the emotion in this. You can make it out. :hug:

Well written; I really like the rhyme scheme.

:ninjafella:Matt :ninjafella:

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The funniest thing I've read in a while:
chown -R us ./base
:iconsyphix:
This is just smothered in emotion hun. I love this piece, nice rhythm and the morals are quite well done also ;)

Take care hun. :hug: :hug:

:heart: :D

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Metaphor for a missing moment..
Pull me in to your perfect cirlce

~APC

:iconkagrmom:
Questions, always questions.......dig it up and look at it, ask why and what will happen?????

I love this and :love: U...........:hug:

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mari



A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
:iconlightedfire:
looking at the picture, there seems to be bars of a jail cell bent to show escape .... .. does that mean that 'behind it all' is freedom from a personal prision ? .... damn, wish i had a key ... or was the strong ... . ne hu ...
:iconglowenigma:
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
:iconicklefluffywolfy:
There's such a tenderness and delicacy in this... :hug: :hug: :hug: If it helps in your climbing you can stand on wolfy's shoulders to get higher! :)

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:iconquestor842:
Damn this was a good poem...I can almost feeel your every sense in theis poem myself.

Take Care :hug:
:iconalwayzdazd:
:hug::hug: trying to make me cry..? I luvs you.

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Am I the star beneath the stairs?

Am I a ghost upon the stage?

Am I your anything?


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