Foggy eyes of
pleasant nightmares
free the dormant beast.
Worlds of complete;
winding roads that
lead nowhere.
Is it hazed?
Pain from poison
clouds infiltrate
what's supposed
true, but is it
hazed?
Neither one reality
from what our
minds contort, reality
doesn't exist, we killed it.
A contest entry
- Realism by Tangled Angle.
450 points, ended December 30, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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I am really beginning after reading a few of your poems, to really really admire your skill, I know I already said it before. But as I go to the next to the next I just get more amazed at what you do with words
I could learn a lot from you, which embarasses me too as your the younger one of us...... But still I could.
This piece for me, standing out, is your strong choice in language e.g. dormant,hazed and infiltrate
Brilliance again
ur buddy Cindy
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I like this. Interesting how you say that; such a bold statement. I wish the content in the poem would have backed that statement up though, because right now I feel it needs more...more reasoning behind what you said. Besides that, I like what you have here. It is nice.
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