I dreamt a dream-
That tore me at the seam
It began to make me glad-
But the end was quite sad
You see, my dream was about-
This girl who was devout
She glowed so brightly-
And laughed so lightly
It seemed she had me captivated
She looked so jaded-
And her eyes shone like ice.
When he walked past her thrice-
Complaining of what she hadn't done
Serious and angry, he made no fun,
But then he was as gone and she was delerious
No longer shining and bright like something mysterious.
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nice owl
wicked sad, amazing writing talent, but a wicked deep-sad poem -
I like the end the best,
"But then he was gone and she was delerious
No longer shining and bright like something mysterious."
...I love weird dreams
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There is a profound absence in this work.. and maybe that is its greatest achievement. You've shown us something that amounts to nothing in the end... but then, it could be read that the characters are linked to percisely that--nothing. What I mean to say is, in the lives you are discussing here, there lies an inescapable emptiness. The communication of that is probably worth something.
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