Something in Sync

Everything is one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The view before me

Is neverending

The sun and the moon

Acting as one

The clouds and stars in sync

The field of poppies

Before me sway in the breeze

I look up towards the heavens

Eagles and owls fly as one

 

My world is a fantasy

As i sit and ponder

I write all I see

My white dress becomes green;

Changing shape and pattern

My long hair flowing -

Like rippling water;

In the breeze

I look at the ground - pondering hell

 

Suddenly everything is gone

My world is no more

Everything is becoming seperate

Why does this always happen?

I wake up and realize none of

it is real

I want it back- before I forget

Before

Everything I know is gone.

Author's Note

This is kinda what i feel like when im at school or doing something and i get a really great idea for a poem or story and i cant write anything down.

Reviews

[Kenny L. Mitchell]

You write as though you are a goth or goth minded actually. I think you have found your niche! Good write!

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I know this feeling!! I usually get it as I am falling asleep and if I don't go and write it down..it's gone ..LOL

[Patricia(:]

I could relate very much to this poem..I often find myself in my own fantasy world, soon coming back to what we call reality..Such a cruel reality..As I fade away from this fantasy I find myself wishing I could fade from reality..Going back to my Fantasy..Changing the two, my fantasy being reality, and reality being a mere fantasy..But enough about me, your poem was truly remarkable..The way it's written true beauty darling! I feel very much in love with this piece. I find it very creative the way it's written. I'm actually a bit jealous myself on how it's written- how I wish I could write as you do. This poem it's words, emotions, fantasy world you get pulled into..All true beauty in words unexplainable..I found myself in this fantasy world you've written in such few words, sad that once the poem ended, so did the fantasy. All good things do come to an end don't they? Ah, well. It was amazing reading it while it lasted- it's nice to know I can come back and read it when I want too though. Haha.

[Cherrie Palmer]

this is so well done, you fill the mind with your vision then stripp it away, leaving only the ending.

[Michael of Gilead]

lol....hell is reality ;)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

intricate~ engaging ruminations drawn through captivating descriptives and moving images~well related!~

[luciddreamer]

Understand this one so completely..
Peace
Robin

[Brad]

hahahaha...that's when i usually take the notebook to the bathroom and sit in the stall till i have it written out...beautiful frustration

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Your poems always start out with so much promise, a beautiful view of the one the poem is about and the what she sees, and then you pull the rug from under us. It works and I guess I should expect it, otherwise the pictures wouldn't fuse with the writing. The sense of a dream is very well conveyed, and even your urgency to get it back. I liked this one from you. The flow was very calming like a dream where it needs to be, and a bit frantic where it calls for it as well. Good work, my dear.

[Marie Harrison]

Wow, I loved this poem. The imagery is amazing. I love poppies too. Great job.