It's cold in the belly of lost lifes
where those long nightmares come from.
There's a bad smell of bad dreams
while you hang your head down again.
But no matter how deep you fall
to the crack of destiny written by man;
there's always a beautiful window
that brings hope to those who lost it.
I still do sit in the belly of lost lifes
with my white bones shivering cold,
but I found a place near the window
where the warm sun touches my old face.
Let me sit here for all eternity
and watch the white clouds pass me by,
let me dream with a smile the truth;
we are all the same, deep down inside.
© Jay H.
February 24, 2007
Author notes
Entry in the contest:
"Picture Inspiration........... Picture Inspiration!!!!!!!" by Lyre-Bird-
Used picture #2 on this piece.
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- Picture Inspiration........... by Lyre-Bird-.
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Thank you for entering the contest!!!!!!
Hope you have enjoyed the contest as much as we have enjoyed reading your entry
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A nice piece, complementing the picture chosen well. I was able to know which picture you were writing on by your words, imagery, and emotion. Thank you for entering.
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I'm glad it worked out well. I noticed later on that there were a few typos but I blame the fact English isn't my first language for that... Thanks for your kinds ords and your applaud, they mean a lot to me -
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Wow, then your English and diction are very good considering! Twas a great write.
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Well...
I have worked hard for my English so I do take all the credit for that. But there's still a lot to lear; both in English and in poetry. That's why I like to get comments from people, helps me out as a poet. So thank you for your reply, it means a lot, it does
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