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D.O.T.S (Drowning On The Surface Pt. 3)

Part 3

By Michael avantPublished 8 years ago 1 min read

Rather surprised that you made it

Through,

Annihilating the obdurate falsies that

Slovenly Imitated you.

Breadcrumbs supplement footprints from

A highly anticipated shoe,

Forcibly ruptured this balloon and the deranged

Self assurance that inflated you.

Passively tied in to the entanglement of

The unwinding knot,

Plenty seek truth but never substantiate

Its hiding spot.

My panic room sits demurely atop of the

Staircase,

SpringTulips spoke of how I rose from such a

Rare vase.

Systematically ruffling my feathers when the chips

Were down,

Cruising down the coast at worlds end where no

Other ships were found.

In this dog eat dog realm there are various ways

You can skin a cat,

Off the bench, the goal on the field is to make it home

After the pressures we place within a bat.

Propositioned with beguiling hunger games , was the

Starving gent,

Feasting from the two faced smorgasbord, I've barely

Made a Harvey dent.

Fortify the rising star's constellation amidst the

Fallen sky,

Clutching unalterable prospects that happen to be

Crawling by.

In refusal to saddle up the wild horse was identified

As unstable,

Probing the gloomy armor worn by the knight at the

Round Table.

A fresh start should manifest a clean sweep of

the whole slate,

Could these pearly whites usher me furtively past

The Colgate.

Devoted to the vanilla sky aided by its fellowship

Against the rocky road,

Humbling principles impede the engender of another

Cocky ode.

Declivity of the climb appeared more vertiginous than

The Incline,

Trampling thin ice instrumenting skating figures

To keep me in line.

Before you abrasively adjoin me with a

Fad soul,

Understand the riddling lily pads that ridiculed

The tadpole.

Standing still retrieving the motion I set in

Sadness,

Ruminate the percussion of the methods that

Orchestrated my madness.

Commemorate my algorithm's computation as it

Becomes clearer,

Modest grimace from the drawback in the mirror

Endeavoring to come nearer.

Anchored for upholding a pledge to perplex any

Technicality,

A Fantasy lived by this dreamer who boycotted

Reality.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Michael avant

Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.

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