voyage

voyage

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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09/2011

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Untouched rose petals float on the winds of your dream,
leisurely flowing towards the burning center of this mirage, 
clouds carry my hopes away across what remains of your sky.

Disintegrating rays of sunshine brighten my face as your apparition
descends to lay beside me upon our berth of spoken promises,
my aspiring hands reach to mend the cracks in your silvery skin.

Familiar conversations replay in gentler tones, while we hold
dearly onto reflections that time is so eager to eat away.

Shouts and cries cut through your lingering intoxicating scent as
they shake me in effort to wake me from these generated scenes
out of fear that I may never be able to return to harsh reality. 

I have wandered aimlessly though the brightly painted fields,
sailed the raging oceans detailed on the pages of your heart
and here in the comfort of your soothing memories, I will stay.

© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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A beautiful and tragic poem, sometimes certian memories bring us comfort so we linger in them, but we much not get stuck in them unable to get out for we loose sight of reality that way. However sometimes maybe it is better to stay in those memories if the reality is hell. Maybe being a little insane in that way could be bliss?

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Even in tragedy, beauty and comfort can be found. Another excellent read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You always write with such quality it's difficult to overlook your artistry. Your power of description is phenomenal and this piece is no exception.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

UN-believeble, how do you do it, this poem makes me want to shake the one I love in a good way, great write here Mr. Love this also, thank you, much appreciated... WS, the Conductor of the Poetry E Train...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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very touchy
..the mystery of voyage in life
=]
nicely written


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That is so beautiful!! I think I'm gonna cry!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Incredible.. So in love with this last line- "I have wandered aimlessly though the brightly painted fields, sailed the raging oceans detailed on the pages of your heart and here in the comfort of your soothing memories, I will stay."

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is nice.. when i read the part about the brightly painted fields, it reminded me of "In Flanders Fields.. an old wwi poem (: well done.. -s

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love this piece very strong emotions in here. i love your poetry!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is one of my favorites too! You are a such a gifted poet! This poem was so well written, and beautiful! Great job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm really digging your writing style. The way you describe things is really remarkable. The feel, too, is familiar.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on September 20, 2011
Last Updated on October 25, 2013
Tags: love, memories, dark, romance, sad

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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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