Stevenson boulevard
it's not very far from where I'm going
I'll show you the trees
they're dead this time of year
my heart races for this expedition
I can feel the breeze in my knees
the caterpillars feel it too
they sense the hollowness
the rip in my shoe
they crawl in & out
making deep caves &
swallowing up life
I represent the abyss
it's where my joy goes to float
but decided to fall
it's eccentric what I'm doing
keeping these roots alive
I'd give up everything for these carcasses
a smirk from the seas is all I need
to get me back on stevenson boulevard
it's honestly not very far from where I'm going
the trees are back, almost blossoming
I sit and stare at the petals
what a peculiar transition into what we call beauty
find me on Stevenson boulevard
maybe I'll never get where I'm going
maybe I'll never get to see the trees
probably for the best though
Stevenson boulevard purgatory is where I'll stay
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kassidyxxraelyn (
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Comments4
This was brilliant...It takes you to places and you can see them...feel them...great job!
"The abyss where my joy goes to float". I am struggling to understand this poem rich in metaphor. Where will our soul eventually rest? I'd like the authors thoughts.
Awesome write, love it
This piece is extraordinary. Please don't stop writing. Send another so I can see if what you have is what I wish I had. I think it is. Amazing.
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