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A Dream Within An Illusion
~Dream Within An Illusion~
Time is ticking by too fast Will this ever last? Can you keep dreaming that dream of you and me? Or is it an illusion within another? 'I Love You' you say but hey, those words can be empty. I trust those eyes. Please say there's no lies. Time moves by too fast to get lost in a dream within a dream. I love you. ~To My Love~ What do you think? i feel its not good. v.v but i never seem to like anything i write. v.v |
Poems I wrote~Please Comment :)
The Beauty of the Sky
The gold color falls softly over the grey clouds. Over the deep emerald green leaves. Glancing around the now darkening skies Looking to find a destraction. But only to find glowing colors of reds, yellows, and blues. Scaning the skies I see more colors. Heavenly light blue, under cotton white clouds. Soft pinks that flow from the Sun's rays. Orange and purple layering the now setting sun. The magnificant colors are overwellming to me. Reminding me of how beautiful the world can be. Staring at the archs in the sky I can only think to say Beautiful. The soft clouds are slowly engulfing me in a dream. Slowly the real world seems to disappear. And the flowing fantasy of myths come into mind. The Runaway I want to run away. no one really cares for me. I wanna run away. theres nothing here for me. I wanna runaway. will they even miss me? will they know im gone? I wanna runaway. this is getting to be unbearable, the people, the crap, the memories, the lies, the eyes that burn into my soul. I wanna runaway I cannot take this anymore. its the same as i said before. the feelings i had taken. the feelings that made me shake and scared me. you're the last person that cares for me. i wanna runaway.... will you come with me? The Last Thing this was it i was dying right before your eyes. it wasnt your fault i couldnt take another day of this hate. now standing here, is this my fate? to die in front of your caring eyes? you know i was tired of the thousands of lies. from the many people close to me you were the most precious. i can see the tears well in your brown eyes. as the blood flows from my wrists drown to the floor, i fall into your arms. hoping no harm will come your way. i slowly closed my eyes and you kiss my forehead and tell me one last.... ................................... im sorry i love you too much to make you cry. good bye, my love. as i lay dead in your arms, i remember hearing you say this is not good bye and i hear the slice of flesh, and the warm blood. some how i feel your lips as we drift into the land of death. so i guess this is not good bye. i love you is the last thing he said. To The Old And The Youth To the youth from the old "Dear child, why do you cry?" The old asked the youth. "Im sad for my friend. He's leaving me today." The old picked up the youth and hugged him. "They wont forget you." Days later the old came and saw the youth. "What are you doing?" The youth looked up to the old. "Im just playing cards. Wanna play too?" He held out some cards for her. Years later the old saw the youth. "Who are you with?" The old asked the youth. He was with a girl. "She is my girlfriend. She is mine." He hugged her tight. Days later the youth was seen alone. "What happened to your girl?" "She left me for another." A tear went down his face. The old wiped it away and hugged him. Years later the old sat in the park and the youth came. "How are you?" She asked. "Im alone once more. My wife died giving birth to our beautiful girl." He held her close in his arms. A tear rolled down. "She is watching you. And she misses you greatly." Some time later the youth searched for the old. But all he got was that the old had disappeared. The truth was she had died, in the night. She now watches over him and his daughter. To the Old from the Youth "Why does he hit me and call me names?" Said the sad girl of the youth to the old. "He likes you, and thinks you're cute." The old said with a pat on her head. The youth comes back another day and asks, "Why does she hate me? I just wanted to be her friend." The old looked to her and wiped her tears. "She nows you're special and she's jealous." The youth came back a few years later. "I like him. But he has some one else." She sighed and frowned. "He will come around soon. He may just be waiting for you." The old hugged her tight. More years have passed and the old became lonely as the youth hasnt came back. Soon one day she comes with her kids and husband. "They want to know your wisdom as I have asked you many times before." The youth smiled to the old. He smiled back. "You may not know it but soon you'll be just like me. Answering the youth and spreading your knowledge to them." A few days passed, and the youth was sad. The old had died. Now he watches her life pass away. What do you think of them? Im not so sure if im good. |
Hey Witchling_Ichigo! I've moved this into our Poetry subforum. The main Lit forum is more for short stories. :yes:
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I think it's not too bad, buut it's not some of the greatest poetry I've seen either. Maybe it's not something that you like, maybe something that's meaningful to you? you should write something meaningful to yourself and do that, trust me, it's a lot better than trying to come up with poetry on its own.
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thanks. just something random i wrote. felt alil sad and wrote. *shrugs* its not some of my good works.
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oh...oops. :sweat: sorry. thank you. ^^;
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