My father bought a granite slab,
he chipped away the stone.
Though his fingers bled oh, so much,
he chipped until they were bone.
Night and day he'd chip away,
fragments filled the room.
What was his motivation?
What was in this granite tomb?
Shards of light fell on the room,
dust clinging to every beam.
His sculpture seemed to have a beating heart,
he fell back with a scream.
From within this lonely tomb,
the blind were made to see.
Forever with my fist to my brow,
forever my elbow to knee.
I think I am alive,
I think that I can think.
I think I have two eyes,
I just can't make them blink.
Will I be frozen in this position,
permanently stoned?
You will never hear my voice,
from the stone, I've only groaned.
Don't ever tell me that I think too much,
I would never understand.
What am I thinking now?
I think I'll join a rock & roll band.
I think I can, I think I can...
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Hey there this is my fav. Write i have Read on "AP" So Far. Great Work
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I like this! I don't really know what happened to the heart in the end, but it seems to speak to me... the poem and the granite
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cool
really cool i like this idea dude.. a couple blocky parts though...
From within this lonely tomb,
the blind were made to see.
Forever to have my fist to my brow,
forever my elbow to knee.
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Do you know what I'm thinking right now?
I think I'll join in a rock & roll band.
thinking is a big part of the poem, but the word feels overused or.. kinda used back to back or too closely there for making it blocky and throwing the flow off... i like it so far man
, and the part of finding out that it's the statues thoughts you're hearing is awesome
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