My eyes seek out love
in forbidden places of doom.
Darkness is my silhouette
of familiarity.
I walk the barren streets
of loneliness and melancholy
looking for my dream.
She's as elusive as my
hearts rendering of her.
I chastise my emotions
with bleak hopes of success.
Knowing full well that she
is an anomaly.
I imagine her as the
personification of sweetness.
Soothing as the ethereal melodies
of nightingales in spring.
I'm enchanted by this apparition
of my own creation.
A flawless jewel of magnificence
descended from the gods.
Her spirit haunts all my
waking hours of reflection.
As I've been set on a path
of madness by the inner calling
of my discontented soul.
A contest entry
- 35 Confessions by Heart Sutra.
2200 points, ended February 16, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Yes, looking for our dreams on the streets of melancholy can be a long dark night in the soul...a long travel through our madness and discontent. Great poem.
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Excellent Writing
You have just rocked this read; the words are well throughtout and the read balanced with the perfect rhyme scheme....Plus you nailed the confession part of this contest......golden words again from YOU!.....novy
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wow thats awesome! it truely is a brilliant piece of writing! i really felt it, so beautiful and i could relate to a lot of it.
well done'
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wonderful, i know this feeling well you write well best of luck in this contest
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