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Holding cups made out of air
Letting my mind free,
Letting my movements flow.
In an open meadow,
I twist and turn
With unlimited unstability.
I try my best but I don't succeed.
I get what I wanted but not what I need.
I'm always so tired but I cannot sleep.
The sun now sets beyond the horizon
As I fall to the ground one last time,
And rest from the day's sef-training.
- by Deadlylight6 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2010 |
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- Title: Self Training
- Artist: Deadlylight6
- Description: This poem is trying to describe one of my martial arts that I have researched, learned and trained by myself. This style is the Drunken Fist, one of my favorites. And I do not drink. This fighting form is to imitate a drunk's movement, recovery, unstability and much more
- Date: 08/09/2010
- Tags: fighting fighter drunk
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Comments (2 Comments)
- vinzneil - 10/05/2010
- ahahah... Drunken? like the specialty of rock lee
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