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?

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Nice poem, Love it.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hmmm... the first stanza gives the impression of things that may come, and then the next one just destroys any hope that lingered. I really liked the contrast betwixt those two :) awesome write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is a beautiful mix of the real and the surreal. Sometimes we all have that desire to live within our memories.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

another woanderful poem..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A nice reverie interrupted only slightly by a harsher reality. One does tend to recall the beautiful moments and hold those for reflection. Very nicely painted (edited) Josh. That these are the images that remain speak much to the hope of the human spirit I think. A good thing - not at all naive. Just hope-full.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I really love your work. it's amazing. i love the imagery here! it' captivating. You're really good at decribing. i love this. thank you for sharing. Memories can be comforting when you wanna escape reality. Hmmm.. i love this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You'd have an easy time writing a book because you're really good at describing. Really good write, keep it up!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Didn't expect anything less from you, you never disappoint. Frankly, I don't know what else I can say about your work that hasn't already been said and praised. You have a lot of vivid imagery in all of your work, at some point it's not even like reading it's like looking at a picture in an art exhibition.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is beautiful.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 20, 2011
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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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