nightlife

nightlife

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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10/2011

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We swirl among the blinking lights.
Moving as one, feeding off one another.
Dancing like stars on a cloudy night.

The beat pushes the smoky haze
that has gathered above us. Our
shattered hearts mend from relief.

Moving for the refreshing change
from the daily hassle and the pain
that holds us stagnate. 

Tears stream down the faces of
the hopeful while we that know
better settle for lustful dry eyes.

Our energies entwine, empowering
us into euphoria. We may have fallen
but never will we be forgotten. 

© 2011 joshua deathdealer


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Very well written! Not going by the title of the poem, I think it stands for all kind of activities that we delve into to cut ourselves out from the daily monotone. The people we meet in course, range from being overemotional to emotionally dried up(as per the second last stanza) and relationships here can be forgotten as soon as they are formed. This is my interpretation of course. But the poem is nicely composed. I like the last stanza specially! Very subtle.. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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wow...the font you used bring this disco lights graphic images and even if we can imagine the people dancing as thought knowing each other, yet they are lost themselves...lost in an unknown world!
great!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This speaks of a deeper meaning to walking through life like a zombie; not being engaged in the joy of one's own life. I really liked this one. Keep up the excellent work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dude the colours!!!!!!

Mmm read the pink lines, then I read the green lines mmmm then I read them both

sweet

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love the font and style, especially the alternating colors. Great write! Keep on penning.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Let's see...
First review, so a little new to this, so take light, alight? ^_^ :p
New to the format/style, and have to say, you do a fair well job of empowering the electric feel of a club with the colors of the font used. I do very much enjoy that, definitely note-worthy ;)
The theme of the poem seems a bit twisted to what a club-themed poem should inspire I would think, which would be up-beat, sweaty, and in the groove. But, it's most certainly not a flaw I'm calling out here, just a thought being considered as I write this review.
What I'm guessing is this poem is more about the idea of going "catting" or "hawking" (whatever term is more appropriate) after love has deceived someone, and now they're looking for one night stands to amend a heart left broken.
^_^; I'm hoping I'm judging this well, Idk if I'm all that good at this.
I would give criticism if it was needed, but if this poem was meant for how I'm perceiving it as being, I say it's a job well done.
100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A quite deep poem especially the line...lustful dry eyes. thankyou.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful and colorful, this is awesome...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very impressive poem, swirling with color and life. As long as there is breath still in the body there is hope. Nicely done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice write. It's a very enjoyable read. Your change of colors reflects the nightlife nicely. I liked it. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

First love the colors, it makes reading it that much more enjoyable. Execellent write, I read it twice

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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