It's another abstract, but give it a try. It's one of my favs. :)
To be felt, but never heard. Love always, but love nothing. Romance the chance, always. Live, like... life has got you by the wrists, and its pulling you in every direction. You are not living once you feel this weight, this pressure. Living up to potentials, expecations, or the self made lies of failure. It calls your name, feel that cold breeze on your face and the touch of that embrace. It's truth in every consequence. We are perfect the way we are, but... change? This pace... It gradually lives bewteen the lines;
It cuts time in half, memories, and dreams. Yourself and your surroundings are the PICTURE. That paints these walls we build or let fall. Its falling off buildings, and cilmbing up these walls. Its infinite. Stop the car, we've made the breakthrough. We are Frozen in this grace. In this moment, life rests, what will we make of it...?
wow. first line s good . second line s great. third line too. wow. fourth line too. sorry i m reviewing as i read. it s late... sorry getting lost after the fourth line...
Abstract, yes, but it feels like you've made it with points of clarity the reader can start with and then weave their own ideas, through your words, to the next point. Hmm, I not sure if that makes any sense...it's late. Regardless, well done.
I really really REALLY like this poem. The pace is quick and keeps thought moving with it, pushing contemplation into a whirlwind of mental hyperactivity. I liked this look on life, how everyone has their interpretations of it, their actions, their reasons, everything. Excellent job, I must say.