Crumbled bread i follow To the scattered signs The hidden bushes are blazing No longer able to survive Concealed mystic longing is sitting around The haunted voices are sneaking Deeper with marching armies And the sentinels are petrified Phantom of desires and lust is dragging the sturdy spirit The mountains are falling And the skies strongly collide The alibis are choking And the doors are slamming to the lies
There's a nice beat, rhythm to this poem. There must be a contest going... 3d poem with a similar theme I've read tonight.
Very cool, dark, and mysterious looking within.
The way you arranged your words was perfect for the title of your poem...scattered thuoghts and scattered words across the page. Intense and powerful, your words pack a punch.....good one. Lydi**
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..