Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Poem

I'm not a poet. I don't do well with words that are supposed to rhyme, or words that aren't supposed to rhyme but have that undefinable quality that make them poetic. I read an amazing poem by a kid in detention. It's at this blog: Tell Your Story

But I copied and pasted it here as well.  

Energy
rest
doesn't mean sleep
sleep is just falling
down a steep hill
through a dark tunnel
to another reality
rest
is your mind in a blank
your body has no motion
not even breath
so I hope to never rest
just to sleep
just to fall into my other realities
and let them fall into mine
let all of me, my other me's
rest at the same moment
and grow into
a willow tree 

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