falling to self by Matthew Sharp mothers and fathers scream experience in ancient instinctual design i mock them in modern survival methods my depression is their anger my ambition their support I hear it so loud the voice shatters me off the cliff falling to see self; my punishment. missing the bottom to fly i abandon time yet to be adapted: the patterns in birth and death spinning from one pole to another grows with instinctual intentions To overthrow the host. The adaptation trap so... i can die. there are things that i love more than this life that will never go away or abandon me with lies 03/12/2007 Posted on 03/13/2007 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/13/07 at 06:26 AM That there is life outside of the instinctual and patterns set, that one is able to fall "to self" rather than fall into line, or into place in the usual plan set by "experience", this is the real wonder of human life. But it is not easy, as is displayed here...this "overthrow[ing] of the host". Strong insights expressed in strong words. Posted by William Brunk on 09/17/09 at 08:55 PM make room for the next...i loved it Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)