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.. :)

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To be honest, the lines I could read were wonderfully constructed. Conjuring up images that left be entranced. Unfortunatley I'm profoundly colourblind, and have cataracts to boot, meanning I missed every other line. I can't comment upon the entire poem. Only your writing style, which is hypnotic. It draws you in and sparks ideas in your head. Just a few words can trigger so much. Many thanks for posting it. My issues do not effect your rating.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very nice. I like the color it added the the vision, I pictured the lights outside a strip club or seedy bar. The poem dope. The words seems to come alive and almost seemed as if they were being whispered in some ones ear. Very nice

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"We may have fallen
but never will we be forgotten. "

I got the biggest goosebumps reading that last line. Beautiful.
I really enjoyed your poem :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

never had a night life but from your poem i can see its very sweet. thank you for sharing it with me

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.

Very trance. The colors make me think that this was inspired by a rave, minus the Ecstasy of course. Nice work. The last stanza, succinct and heartfelt.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"We may have fallen
but never will we be forgotten. "
Waahh...Wonderful piece, Joshua! I like the flow from one line to another...Enjoyed this much! :)))

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Super write, i can just the imagine the picture:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely..!!!!!!

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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"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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