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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Holy...wow. The imagary...it's insane. Beautiful. Great work :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is so beautiful, amazing, sad.
Trying to live in the memories but you always get pulled back into reality
Amazing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is a great piece Joshua...You truly have written many wonderful poems from a unique perspective that I really relate to... this tugs at the heart at the same time feeling a peaceful understanding emotional resolution...You've got a great style to your writing...Thanks for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is spoken with no offense whatsoever, but the way you warp something from dark to beautiful reminds me somewhat of a Tim Burton film. Forgive me if you take offense to that (I personally wouldn't) it's just how you describe things and indulge into the most unusual, yet captivating details such as "my aspiring hands reach to mend the cracks in your silvery skin." Again, I love your work and the mystery it exudes. BRAVO

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Beautifully written as usual. Nice work

Posted 12 Years Ago


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good illustration. Images upon images. A well sculpted moment.

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Very dazzling write..After all the imagery is what that matters a lot in fantasies.. :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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It's beautiful mate. Simply beautiful. I really don't think anything else can sum it up more

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Powerful and tears at the heartstrings. Amazing Joshua. Simply, amazing.

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Not ceasing to amaze me, this flows so well. I love how it progresses without losing the initial aim. The words you chose are very well placed together, like a mosaic microcosm of the relationship detailed here. It was truly my pleasure to read your work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Added on September 20, 2011
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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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