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I keep seeing the image of a giant looking down at the world fearful to walk for crushing those he can barely see It comes to me as I walk to class during the week It comes to me as I talk to friends on the weekend It comes to me as I think of anything and everything, and for the sake of god, I cannot shake it It comes to me as a whisper nibbling at my ear then a ***** that burst my eardrum telling me to write Write! WRITE! write for the sake of all that is holy, all that you value, all that is good, of the giant that you see in yourself, and the ants you in see in others. and I cower to its yelling at first, but then I grow firmer, taller, bolder, rising bit by bit to face the monster living in the back of my mind by the time I stop my growth I am the size of sky scraper Everest looking cowardly below and my beast looking a microbe at my feet. this is when I topple I do not aggress my shadow for I know it poses no threat so I fall down down down my back moving forward my head not seeing where I am to go I fell down happily hoping for the warm covers of my bed and a good night’s rest to greet me
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Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
fall of the colossus
I keep seeing the image of a giant looking down at the world fearful to walk for crushing those he can barely see It comes to me as I walk to class during the week It comes to me as I talk to friends on the weekend It comes to me as I think of anything and everything, and for the sake of god, I cannot shake it It comes to me as a whisper nibbling at my ear then a ***** that burst my eardrum telling me to write Write! WRITE! write for the sake of all that is holy, all that you value, all that is good, of the giant that you see in yourself, and the ants you in see in others. and I cower to its yelling at first, but then I grow firmer, taller, bolder, rising bit by bit to face the monster living in the back of my mind by the time I stop my growth I am the size of sky scraper Everest looking cowardly below and my beast looking a microbe at my feet. this is when I topple I do not aggress my shadow for I know it poses no threat so I fall down down down my back moving forward my head not seeing where I am to go I fell down happily hoping for the warm covers of my bed and a good night’s rest to greet me
on a roll, but I think this is the last of the night.
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Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
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