In the day everything is bright Cars bustle through the streets Parents work Children go to school or play outside Time moves with out a thought No one ever really thinks of what is going on By evening Tv's blare Smoke stacks billow with the sweet perfume of an evening meal Families are whole. Slow the busy people prepare for bed Midnight approaches Bringing its peaceful shadows Its bright stars Its ever changing moon The black alleys of the brain escapes. Some of sweet dreams Others of terrible nightmares. Out side nocturnal s take over Restless souls with an never ending thirst. Blood lust Passion seekers Tormented beings Thoughts of death Thoughts of murder Only one person sees beyond the night Staring upwards Star gazing Dreaming of the moon Enjoying the nights true beauty All else stops Allowing one to be embraced by the glowing gray mass Full of scars Time can finally stand still Re-pleased by Gods grand creations Nothing else matters Except for the moons seductive glare.
I know this is one of my bad poems, but hey this is how someones brain can function while sleep aids are taking the toll. I will revise it when I can think straight. Until then you know the routine Rate, Review, Comment.
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"The black alleys of the brain escapes.
Some of sweet dreams
Others of terrible nightmares."
very beautifully written those were my favorite lines
very nice job as always
Wow. Love the nighttime imagery in this, especially..."Staring upwards, Star gazing, Dreaming of the moon, Enjoying the night's true beauty". Great job on this poem.
I actually really liked it. "Polishing" is more like typo control, in this case. You've got a ton of them, but that's all right. Just fix them up. It's truthful, really, sometimes the poems and stuff that we write when we're tired come out the best.
In my opinion, this poem could be polished a bit more. As I was reading it, I couldn't help but think that it was just a series of phrases put together. I like the imagery, but you could've tried making it a little less choppy, I guess? Your words were brilliant, it's just that I felt like you were disoriented when you wrote this, so it makes the readers a bit disoriented as well. Try connecting the pieces a bit, and it'll make an awesome poem:D
I think this poem is pretty. Believe me when I say I don't say 'pretty' very much and I use it in a different context(whatever word I meant; I just got outta school) than most people. It's like a word reserved for the awesome poems, so I'm gonna say it again. Pretty poem.(:
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