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I feel so alive

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Written by Travis Markram

Friday, 08 February 2008

Eloquence, Rhythm, Flow, The romantic within begins to stir. Eyelids flutter and senses heighten. Oh how this buzzing still tickles my skull. Passion, Question, Desire, Concealed beneath this flesh and bone. Prison. Mortal and tangible casing, Confining all the thoughts Bottled in my brain. A series of neurons fire. What are these thoughts? I think Do they exist? I think Holding a place in being and time? Shaping the world around us. This is who we are. Thought, our soul. Fire, A flash of thought. Combustion, Turning being to ash, Strangely enough, a strikingly similar process to life. To THINK, In the span of all there is, all there was and all there's still to be we are all but a flash amongst the span of all eternity. My slumber shall be broken. Upon this page I write my thoughts Upon this page I've borne a soul. This feeling which consumes me now, Creative thought or loss of control? Pulsing veins, Expanding lungs, The beat of life that hammers at my chest. "I think, therefore I am" Copyright 2008 Travis Markram Keyword: Report this story | Add to Favorites | Send to Friends | Author's Profile No Comments posted Comments (2) Posted by Acid Rain 2008-02-08 13:51:23 .... Really great. I dont know too much about poetry but this flows really well. Even with my crippling stage fright I could probably read this at a poetry night and still sound good. + Report this comment Posted by Egoist 2008-05-10 10:29:52 .... I feel like you've made he human soul and body more like a machine (good thing). It's a unique talent to be able to change objects into something else. I think you did a great job on using that talent. Good poem. + Report this comment Post a comment Post a comment

 

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