A poem I put in my notebook, but never got to put it up. What do you think? Hope you liked it and that you'll tell me what you think. Thanks so much in advance for any comments, and of course, for reading!
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Like Kinnixk said, the "felling" is a bit off. I think you meant "feeling"? Anyway, besides that, it's a great poem. It starts off describing oppression, overwhelmption (I use that word a lot, even though it's not real. I think it should be. It just rolls off the tongue, well, me tongue...) then the resistance fades and acceptance falls into place. The metaphors are excellent and really enhance the poem, and the ending is very strong. The last line, "Into my perfect dreams" could be interpretted as dying, as if the overwhelming problems fogging the beginning of the poem are associated with life, and death is the only escape. A unique and inspiring piece. Thank you.
My only escape is to
Fade away and let go
Into my perfect dreams
i love how you think that dreams are a way to escape... i feel the same way. good poem i like it alot!
I love it. I know some are confused about the "felling". I understand that it means the past tense of falling. It works very well with the flow of the rest. When sight falling to darkness at the we cease to be us and go in the Heaven......this is beautiful.
Like Kinnixk said, the "felling" is a bit off. I think you meant "feeling"? Anyway, besides that, it's a great poem. It starts off describing oppression, overwhelmption (I use that word a lot, even though it's not real. I think it should be. It just rolls off the tongue, well, me tongue...) then the resistance fades and acceptance falls into place. The metaphors are excellent and really enhance the poem, and the ending is very strong. The last line, "Into my perfect dreams" could be interpretted as dying, as if the overwhelming problems fogging the beginning of the poem are associated with life, and death is the only escape. A unique and inspiring piece. Thank you.
Sometimes, I forget my passion underneath the demands of life and want of perfection. Then there are those nights where everything is clear, and I can't help but write what I feel.
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