Driving away from everything I knew
Everything that ever caused me pain
Feeling the wind blowing on my face and hair
The heat of the sun shining down upon me
There's nothing better than this
The feeling of finally being free
Finally coming out of the dark
The place that was once so dear to me
Finally leaving all of the pain behind
Just to lose my thoughts on the countryside
Running around
Pick a daisy
Write poetry all day
Feel the rain on me
Make love every day and night
As long as I can feel this way for ever
Breaking out of the shell
Escaping my internal hell
The battle I've been losing for so many years
Got the right weapons to defeat you this time
Finally claiming what as once mine
The happiness that I've earned
Now it's my turn
To finally have a chance
Driving down the countryside
What do you have in store for me?
All I can think of is the beautiful scheme
Sky blues fill the sky
The sun beaming down
The cool crisp wind
Just the whole warmth casting itself over my body
Running around
Pick a daisy
Write poetry all day
Feel the rain on me
Make love every day and night
As long as I can feel this way for ever
Running around
Pick a daisy
Write poetry all day
Feel the rain on me
Make love every day and night
As long as I can feel this way for ever
As long as I can be with you
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I like this; it set a perfect image in my mind.
Good structure and flow
Could be better with more descriptive words
You have poetry in your blood… and good fashion sense, you dress like me.
Amera
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woot ^_^ love it !
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oh my god honey... this is amazing... wowowowowow... jesus loves this.... yes he does...
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Wow!
I want to rip this out of my monitor, take it outside, heave it up over the building and go back inside so I can live there, too. Beautiful, beautiful write. I will be sad to go back to earth.
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I like the way this is written, and the ideas contained within it, but I question whether it really counts as an entry to my competition. There are only four or five lines in the whole poem that really count as 'observational'.
I'm going to remove this from the contest. I suggest entering it as a pre-write for another one: this is good work, but it is not observational poetry.
I'm really sorry, but I'm only allowed 42 entries, so I want 42 that fit the contest spec.
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