I have this reoccurring dream that only plays when I’m awake,
there is a deep yellow song I see whenever tears run down my right cheek.
An answer is more precious than diamonds,
I am empty handed in route to my abode loosing grip on this sanity while touching the faces of facets that can’t be seen like a turtle on its back so is time I am stranded.
Waging war armless telling my nightmare to the Lord with someone else’s voice,
my thoughts are screaming jump whilst my fractured heart laments melodically be seated.
But wait I’m not done dreaming,
certainty withers like Jonah’s olive branch and fear flourishes like a violet.
Sadness coexists alongside peace and smiles only come in the midst of violence,
only when I lie down do I make footprints my screams are never heard but my thoughts are respected in silence.
Criticized and disassembled when I speak them but admired for the sweet fragrance that blossoms once I burn them.
Lately I want to set fire to hands and protect them with tears,
the same logic that wants to plant treasured life in a cemetery and expect a joyful being or trample seeds in the ground, set a bucket of water beside them then anticipate the growth of a violet.
This like many of your well written writes left me speechless.
I am star struck literally gazing at your metaphoric diplay of life and
reason. It chills me when
I hear "Sadness coexists alongside peace
and smiles only come in the midst of violence,".
I can feel such emotion,and fortitude and other words that escape me now, but move me in circles-AWED,
by your mind. I do not try and figure you out as a person.
I am just enjoying the journey. Thank you for another excellent
thought provoking, inspirational write!
This is not another great poem about your beautiful love
of women or your daily walk. This is you bare cold and
unmoving, alone in the mist of millions of people this
is your hurt. In truth I had to choke down the whole
thing because of the window you let us all look through.
It's so personally exquisite, you could've had the worst sentence
structure or formatting in the world and I would not have cared.
Your mind blows mine.
this is good, but wait im not done dreaming, yeah i like that
i dont really write ong reviews because i dont have to
your poems speak for themselves... damn good ..........
Another absolutely amazing piece! I've had many, many dark moments in my life, you have such a beautiful way of describing the melancholy hopelessness that accompanies that darkness.
Beautiful; causes many different feelings and images to dance through my mind as I read. I have an odd feeling that I have been there. Thank you so much for sharing, it's beautiful. Flora.
This like many of your well written writes left me speechless.
I am star struck literally gazing at your metaphoric diplay of life and
reason. It chills me when
I hear "Sadness coexists alongside peace
and smiles only come in the midst of violence,".
I can feel such emotion,and fortitude and other words that escape me now, but move me in circles-AWED,
by your mind. I do not try and figure you out as a person.
I am just enjoying the journey. Thank you for another excellent
thought provoking, inspirational write!
You have the most unique imaginationa nd way of seeing things. I like the way you discribed your state of insanity. You didn't limit it to just one description yet it flowed well and when it all came together it made sense. One thing I would consider, maybe is breaking up the piece in a different arangement of space. For example a comma between the words ground and set[a bucket] would make it easier to follow. Excellent work.
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