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Post by Confusion on Jun 26, 2005 11:42:39 GMT -8
Underneath The whistles Rage
No We can’t talk Talk about it Now
Underneath Your silent scream A piercing dream Dream
Look within Your distant breeze I see a dark fire Burn
Dusty days No more heartfelt ways In this crowded maze I see only you Now
You
A dying hymn As we sing within I’ll pray You On the other side
You ask why Murder clouds Mist filled eyes Inarticulate orifice Muttering, only ‘You’
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Post by Queen of Rain on Jun 26, 2005 13:04:35 GMT -8
another of your unique masterpieces... i dont liek the use of the "i love you phase" as there are so many better ways of saying it.. here it feels like you didnt quite know how to ends it... i love the effect of it.. this poem is very deep very deep, in my opinion it would be perfect if you used a more poetic and deep word than "love"..
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Post by Confusion on Jun 27, 2005 7:33:14 GMT -8
thanx veryy much!!!!!! Yup, what you said is exactly true, didn't know how to end it... i've been thinking about changing the end... ill give it some thought and put something better. thankyou!!
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Post by Confusion on Jun 27, 2005 7:37:00 GMT -8
is this better way of ending
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Post by ScarletMornings on Jun 27, 2005 22:59:03 GMT -8
i didn't read it originally, but this is brilliant. absolutely brilliant. i ADORE this with a passion. it is very deep and thought provoking. wonderful job.
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Post by Confusion on Jun 28, 2005 7:30:45 GMT -8
thankyou!!!!!!
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