Crossing the Line
At the very edge I hung – thinking
Whether I should let go and allow myself to fall,
To what seemed like a glorious plunge,
To what seemed like a blinding, maddening downward flight.
I looked down – tense, curious.
I could almost hear my frantic scream, loud and faint as I go down, down, down.
A scream of pleasure and horror, as I have become prey.
‘Let go’ – it is very, very tempting.
I closed my eyes – savoring my moment of indecision…
The taste of intoxication fills my mouth,
As a cold sweat of fear trickle down my neck.
It is close – any moment now.
My fingers loose grip – one after the other.
I chill in lost anticipation, wonder, awe…
As I throw my head back to feed my fall, ready for the long way down –
Let’s see if I can grow wings.
I had some boring free time today so I pretended I was filling it up by writing poetry. LOL.
I also saw another poetry today posted by ceemee titled Innocence. I wonder if she was also bored when she wrote it. LOL.
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I wish I can write poems as well as you do… oh well, at least I can appreciate them. 🙂
try writing one when you are bored. besides everybody can write them it is only a question of how good it turns out LOL thank you very much for your appreciation btw!
aha
know i know how poets write their pieces
they have to be bored first
=)
sometimes when i am bored i pretend to do productive things LOL
Nice poetry, lovely words…
hindi ba scary words? LOL
you tend to be creative when you’re bored?wow!
not really but i tend to be bored when i’m bored LOL
So….let’s make a psycho-social analysis of yourself using this poem you posted for us, shall we? 😛
Nah, just kidding, I’m not someone with the tools to do it so you’re safe this time 🙂
LOL one very important thing about poetry is that you never associate the poet from the persona in the poem because they are two very distinct characters.
hayst mahina ako sa poetry writing hehe
as philos said, it is not always a requisite to be able to write poetry for you to appreciate it right?
hey! what a nice way to pass time! 🙂
it is a boring way to pass time so that’s double boredom i guess LOL
learning to fly, you need to fall.
and pray you grow wings in the process or else…
or else, someone who has wings there to save you.
or worse..
you would be lucky if someone with wings will be there to save you, worse is when you land on the ground face first.
naks! dapat yata e lagi kang bored 🙂 …galing!
LOL wag naman kaibigang manilenya.
This reminds me of a passage in a book I read eons ago…
“I often dream about falling. Such dreams are commonplace to the ambitious or those who climb mountains…As I continued to fall in the dark void, embraced by the vault of the heavens, I sang to the beauty of the stars and made my peace with the darkness.”
It was written by Heinz Pagel. He was a Physicist and a Mountain Climber. and yes, he died while conquering a mountain.
imagine memorize pa rin kahit eons ago na! LOL that is a a nice way to put it though.
Quite a “frightening” poem…good is was only an exercise! 🙂
i think it is confusing more than frightening LOL
Its curious. You were decribing a horrific incedent with pleasureable sentences.
do you really think it is a horrific experience? welcome to my house btw.