All my dreams, whether starry-eyed
~or not~
Still they are in my possession
~Mine all mine~
Too many times I searched faces
~With no answer~
So few times, was I so trusting
~Not that brave~
But inside this shell of a man
~Not so hollow~
There sits a lonely dreamer
~With his thoughts~
Creativity springs forth
~To new life~
Undiscovered worlds collide
~Becoming a fantasy~
All my favorites included
~My imagination's art~
Author notes
option 1.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
- Jack Kerouac
A contest entry
- You have two choices. by Never Fall in Love.
750 points, ended November 11, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This is good. I just think that the squigly symbol [~] was distracting as were the lines that they began with. I'm not sure how to put it - it's like they were interruptions which is often a talent to put in effectively - which you did so in some areas .. but the other areas it just started to become a distraction.
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I believe that we are all dreamers within,
longing for more and more.
That is what makes life worth living, it is what keeps us going.
Believing in one self and not giving up.
Nothing is hollow, in thoughts that dare to search for a new tomorrow.
Outstanding piece of poetry,
with a warm message within.
Justgot2loveme
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