The DreamerA Poem by Amber Nguyen
There is a cold silence
in this geometric haven of mine. My focus is based solely on the waves of fabric rushing over top of my tired skin. The more I concentrate on the movement of each and every individual thread, the more intense and profound the feeling becomes. My bones begin their metamorphosis from simple minerals to carbon steel and that's when I fall. My mind has slipped into a state so pristine. At this point, reality is only a delicate hint of bitterness in this recipe for illusion and creation, a veiled reminder that can be found at the epicenter of my palm. The weight of my limbs is now nonexistent and the sickness inside of me seeps through my pores in gentle, positively-mannered patterns. In this new world, I have found nothing and everything simultaneously, as well as comfort in the art of controlling what others perceive to be the most elusive delights of the human mind. I've never been to Heaven, but I think this is as close as I'm going to get. © 2012 Amber NguyenAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 4, 2012 Last Updated on September 4, 2012 Tags: lucid dream, dreams, psychology, new wave, free verse, poetry, creative writing AuthorAmber NguyenPanama City Beach, FLAboutMy name is Amber and I'm a 19 year old vegan and psychology major from the Sunshine State. I've written poems and stories for as long as I can remember, but this is my first attempt at having any of m.. more.. |