Passing by me...

Passing by me...

A Poem by deadlife
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life.truth.action.steps.

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It’s passing by me again and again,
This time also I cannot
Cannot hold life…
Confined to this realm of freedom
Exposing myself to truth-
With a reality
Breaking the chains, I’m ready to fly
Alone.

© 2008 deadlife


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This is very intense and even dramatic for I think you're speaking of dying and death.
You think life will pass you by again, and there's no other option as slipping into an other sphere may it be death or stealing oneself away into your own world of dreams and passions.
Yes when life becomes too tough its easier to escape into a world where no hurt and no unfulfilled wishes exist.
I hope you're talking here of dreaming the world the way you'd like it to be, and that you're not hinting at drugs.

You achieved an avalanche of thoughts with your lines. You've done a good job!


Posted 16 Years Ago


a spur thought of living a life untamed

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Solid write, breaking the norms. You got your point across in a small write. Good job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So spread your wings and fly! We aren't meant to hold life, but to experience it. Life is a huge thing that cannot be contained, though we endeavor to box it up. Great work, here.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

woww. amazing. intense. short but too the point. lovee it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a piece in it's raw form and that's why it is so deep and intense.
Powerful but short.
Great write! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Short and intense! nice one

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yes. this is intense with feeling.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 17, 2008

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deadlife
deadlife

New Delhi, India



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