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


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There are some kinds of music that make me feel more in touch with who I am than any other times, but there are times when I recognise your poem all too well. Great write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Sometime we need music and dance to allow us to escape from the real world. I like the movement and the strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


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the colorful images are alluring, The poem is kind of like a group hug the fourth stanza leads one to think a group hug for the ones without hope. Many are like that, good write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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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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