11-11-2014, 06:56 PM
Oh boy here we go. I'm new here and I haven't written anything in years at all. Honestly I've always felt terrible and this no exception.
The poem is based off an experience and problem I've been having recently. Though it is not necessarily entirely from my perspective. Anyways critiques welcomed and expected, it's pretty bad.
"I had grown out of your dream
And you taught me how to walk.
But rather than walk on my steps
I followed you across the tightrope.
You taught me balance.
You taught me posture.
You taught me courage.
No matter how afraid I was
You told me you would catch me if I fall.
I had practiced for the years that followed
Until the day you told me to walk alone.
I wanted to say that the rope was too long
But I couldn’t bear to see you disappointed.
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
It didn’t matter where my steps were anymore
I just kept trying to share your life
even without knowing what that meant.
As time on the rope went by
I began to feel the hours fly beyond me.
Soon my vision had begun to falter.
The air, the ceiling, the ground
It all became one
A hypnotic mesh.
Clocks ticking louder as the days go by
At least I thought it was days
My perception may have been altered.
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
I was losing my balance but I didn’t stop.
Whether I was knavish to my own conscious,
Or willfully ignorant of my own steps,
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
I moved slower,
Then slower,
And soon came to a complete stop,
too tired to continue.
I looked around the room wondering where my own steps had gone.
Perhaps I could go looking for it
If I just step off of the rope.
I don’t really remember the sensation
I was to dazed to fully comprehend it.
I don’t remember how far I was across the rope when I fell
Worse I didn’t know how close I was to the end.
But when I awoke you were there beside me
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
You had cried and picked me up by my legs
I didn’t notice it before but they were now splintered
And I was in completely in tatters.
You told me that was enough and took me to bed
Much time had passed and my wounds slowly healed.
Then the morning had come when you pulled me out of bed.
You said you were going to teach me how to walk
And you brought me back to my steps
And you held me as I walked along.
I had looked up above,
The tightrope had vanished.
I asked you where it had gone
You told me “Why would I walk across a tightrope?
If you want to reach the top
It’s much more satisfying to take the steps”."
Sorry it's so long.
The poem is based off an experience and problem I've been having recently. Though it is not necessarily entirely from my perspective. Anyways critiques welcomed and expected, it's pretty bad.
"I had grown out of your dream
And you taught me how to walk.
But rather than walk on my steps
I followed you across the tightrope.
You taught me balance.
You taught me posture.
You taught me courage.
No matter how afraid I was
You told me you would catch me if I fall.
I had practiced for the years that followed
Until the day you told me to walk alone.
I wanted to say that the rope was too long
But I couldn’t bear to see you disappointed.
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
It didn’t matter where my steps were anymore
I just kept trying to share your life
even without knowing what that meant.
As time on the rope went by
I began to feel the hours fly beyond me.
Soon my vision had begun to falter.
The air, the ceiling, the ground
It all became one
A hypnotic mesh.
Clocks ticking louder as the days go by
At least I thought it was days
My perception may have been altered.
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
I was losing my balance but I didn’t stop.
Whether I was knavish to my own conscious,
Or willfully ignorant of my own steps,
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
I moved slower,
Then slower,
And soon came to a complete stop,
too tired to continue.
I looked around the room wondering where my own steps had gone.
Perhaps I could go looking for it
If I just step off of the rope.
I don’t really remember the sensation
I was to dazed to fully comprehend it.
I don’t remember how far I was across the rope when I fell
Worse I didn’t know how close I was to the end.
But when I awoke you were there beside me
I wanted to speak but I had said nothing.
You had cried and picked me up by my legs
I didn’t notice it before but they were now splintered
And I was in completely in tatters.
You told me that was enough and took me to bed
Much time had passed and my wounds slowly healed.
Then the morning had come when you pulled me out of bed.
You said you were going to teach me how to walk
And you brought me back to my steps
And you held me as I walked along.
I had looked up above,
The tightrope had vanished.
I asked you where it had gone
You told me “Why would I walk across a tightrope?
If you want to reach the top
It’s much more satisfying to take the steps”."
Sorry it's so long.
