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Week 81- (May 19th-May 26th) Poems --- Topic: Reflections DONE!
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cool adam. interesting rythem and imagery. high five
Title: Another Dawns Duskby: Katrina Knight
Down once more, again, tell the dying of another dawn and awakening in troubled yet sweet slumbers until the next dusks light...
Running away fleeing from dawns dreams, reflecting the deepest and darkest insight into the things that shouldn’t define the human heart...
Softly reflecting twisted irony, the twisting knife that heals the wound, the calming in the fierce angry violence of peaceful flight...
Yes once again rise up and dive head first into the world in the mirror, the mirror of the, oh so bloody and hate stained night...
Down into the mirror, another twisted reality, to the other world inside, that place where dreams reflect memories and memories of sight...
Yes down into a place where your mind has all control and your will is to awake and not see and your fire tinged heart your twisted and turned sight...
There is nothing real about dreams just they are just a reflection of memories and pain, painted in human heart...
No, yes; a reflection, an image, a world where down is up and the impossible is the real, with no knowledge of what is wrong and what is right.
Back @ U Katrina... Just a quick question tho... if your poem were co-ordinates on a map of the universe ... Just where exactly are you..? LoL... absolutely love it... :)
i guess in memory. retrospect is a twisted thing, i was very disturbed back in the day and thats kind of how i remember it being although day was day and night was night. sometimes... lol are you confused yet...meeeeeeeeeee too.... anyway thanks for the complement
set me free by shaymaim a reflection of me
thers no other there can be
like me in every way
in sadness and dismay.
the reflection in my mirror
is onley what i see
not the one people judge
and ecpect me to be.
im a reflection of me
who would really like to be
som far away island
that might set me free.
but also i have discoverd
that reflection in my mirror
is who i will always be
a sad but but happy girl
that will never be set free.
cool poem Shayma :)
And great job Kat! as always ;) The twisting knife that heals the wound? very dark. But very cool, mysterious. so true. I love this line : Yes down into a place where your mind has all control and your will is to awake and not see and your fire tinged heart your twisted and turned sight...
And great job Kat! as always ;) The twisting knife that heals the wound? very dark. But very cool, mysterious. so true. I love this line : Yes down into a place where your mind has all control and your will is to awake and not see and your fire tinged heart your twisted and turned sight...
Oh, and adam, good job ;) took me a couple times to read it (was busy) but it's interesting ;)
adam yours was so intresting i really enjoyd readingit.Katrina i loved yours to it was fun to read.
Thanks Shayma like your reflections of me... :) and Gosh Avree I got to have you read my poem twice, lucky me.... haha, all the best...
The Results:Adam, Katrina, and Shayma all tied at first place.
a little late to add a comment but i just joined this group. Shayma i love your poem, it sounds just as sad and depressing as my stuff.
So much Romance An African Queen who ruled the heart of a Disco Dream... so much love, the last Chance, Music So young so now and so eternal the dance sensuous pounding endless surrounding expounding hope and power
How unfair so much beauty, so young, so much music, so much love, and summer pounded the beats of New York streets and held high the heart of the Disco Dream, how could you stand a chance
So much Romance so much love, The last Chance, Music Sung by a goddess with voice of angels and words of cherubs, that universal sense grounding you in life and all that is real,true, honest and hot
So much Romance so much love, The last Chance, Music Vibrations hotter than July Words that give you reasons to live, reasons to die, reasons to breath reasons to sigh... While Summer glides above you on her journey into eternity...
A voyage of heart and soul meaning and everything and there you are at its centre or close in orbit surrounded, soaring into clouds of orchestral explosions. Raining like star dust spread on angels wings promising the very last last thing an everlasting memory of romance and love...
Explotions like dreams walking, pounding in digital format on internet radio waves where long ago she sung in analogous frequencies that raced the star light to your room, your piece of heaven, your heart, your soul
Vibrations as iconic as the Afican queen and Humphrey Bogart or Lauren bacall in dark passage
mmm... yeah I'm your Mr Right, I'm the one for you and yes; yes I'll dance with you...