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A Poem by nocturnalbeast

I’m sitting on a pier in Tybee Island. Everything is really beautiful. I’m sitting at a table by myself. [[looking out unto the Atlantic Ocean.]] At the table next to me….my grandmother is sitting….her dress covered in flowers is blowing up. My mom is standing on the edge, looking at the ocean. [[wind blowing in her hair.]]….My dad is on the very end of the pier…[[fishing]].!!!

It’s soooo many birds flying. The sky is really blue. Sounds really corny but I wish I could fly in THIS sky. The birds look sooooo free. I KINDDA envy them to a certain extent.

It’s a lot of people playing in the water. [[They look sooooo happy.]]!!!. I wonder does the water wash away all of our pains…..or maybe the water helps u forget about them for a short period of time. [[MAYBE…..the ocean is filled with pain and agony, bc it’s cleansed soooo many people.]]

All I know is, this moment seems too good [[too beautiful]] to be real. Feels like a dream. And I can honestly say that there is nowhere I’d rather be, but here, RIGHT NOW!!

[[One thing that would make this moment complete is if I could have my Aichee Waichee, my Anna Banana, my Paigie Waigie, my MayMaylicious, my Bri-Bri, and my Aeryn sitting at the table with me…laughing and enjoying the breeze. [[enjoying life.]]

© 2008 nocturnalbeast


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I agree with Dead and Forgotten - this really transports the reader to wherever it is that you are. I could feel the sea breeze blowing across my face, smell the salty mist.

Great job!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


This was awesome. Your words actually took me there. Made me feel like i was standing on a pier and seeing what you were seeing!!!

Absolutely awesome!!

Josie

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really liked the style of this...like I was in your head, hearing your thoughts. There is a definite theme emerging from your writing. A yearning to be set free. It speaks of that struggle and unrest that occurs before a change. Like a seed in the ground that's waiting to grow, struggling toward the light. I identify with your writing. It's theme is similar to many of the things I write. My friend Michael is right about one thing, you do have talent. Keep writing.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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I really don't know..... I'm kindda confused about myself right now.... But...whoever is reading this....I LOVE U!. [[really]]. I love acting. [[Theatre is my life]] singing. [[harmonizing]] dancing. .. more..

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A Poem by nocturnalbeast