for sara, thanks for the conversation yesterday.


got to breathe

"i'm scared" she says
with the utmost sincerity
"me too"

we can run away
can't we?
fly from our problems
on the wings of crows

into fantasy we go
but tell me nonfiction
just keep me grounded

please.

[let's light fire to the cathedrals
and let ash fill our lungs
it'll be our first real breath]



Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-10-17 at 19:36

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This is a very heartfelt and amazing poem. I love this one. Are you trying to change the world, i love the way i felt, saw and tasted for some reason this poem. *Bookmarked*

~Kiva

P.S. great write
2006-12-17


Amanda K
what a thank ? but u know what was kool esp the end.
2006-11-22


Amanda K
first breath. how attached will be the lovers' souls if they can share a breath. a sweet piece.
2006-11-04


keith nunes
sensational! great power and evocative, emotional. nicely done!
2006-10-20


kladdpapper
thank you, z. I loved this.

At least we're scared together. Fantasy, reality it seems like the same thing now, but I hope we will be able to take our first real breath. I wonder what the real air will feel like? But maybe it will just be another fantasy that starts of already filled with ash from the past.. or can reality ever become nice?

beautiful poem. book marked!

sara.
2006-10-17


Arti
I love the ending - its awsome. Great write, Z. You get better with each write.
2006-10-17