The Test

[Fliptastic29]

Heart races faster than light,
Palms begin to sweat;
blood fills me full.
Eyes blur and feet tremble,
then...
an angel takes me,
and i begin to decend.
Falling...Falling
until i fall no more
failure is my very fear,
an anxiety ever occuring.
But with resilience
i pick up my sorry soul
and being to find that
everything is fine.
Sun is beaming,
birds are chirping,
and life begins to cary out
its usual ways.
Find myself back,
back to here,
back to there,
and just plain back everywhere

[sarafina mable]

this poem makes me think of tripping or something, i'm not sure why.
i like the intensity of it, the column style along with the common sounds of words.

"Falling...Falling
until i fall no more
failure is my very fear,"
--i love the combination of falling,fall,failure,and fear. these lines work really well together ( for me at least)

"i pick up my sorry soul
and being to find that
everything is fine."
--your word usage is also amazing here, its not a perfect rhyme by any means--but thats what i like about it, it just sounds really good;
sorry soul, being-find, thing-fine.

aweesome job with this one. the last two or three lines seem a little light for the rest of the piece, but i appreciate the turn of moods.

[alii_69]

i like that. sounds like a pill to me tho... rather than a trip.... [img]wink.gif[/img]

cool.