yea it does i can see how hope comes from misisng someing and feeling them and seeing them and never lossong them wanting them to know you care for them
and ope they return,very cool poem i loved it alot
I should have posted this here before i posted it as finished in our clan. But i would love your feedback on this one. Its supposed to express hope. And i dont know if thats what i actually did...hmmm. Please critique!
In some kind of weak existence
I hear you
When all the day has gone
And all that there is left is
Darkness
I see you
As I move from place to place
I listen for
The harsh caw of the crow
And I feel you
Peoples faces interchange in traffic
Looking up in thoughtlessness
You appear
And I lose you
Depending on my carelessness
Tripping over my own reverie
I remember our adventure
And I fall for you.
Withdrawing from you is the hardest thing
The music bringing me back
I refuse
I savor you
I hope someday we can meet again
Until then
I miss you
I'm a glass child. I am Hannah's regrets. Monster.
yea it does i can see how hope comes from misisng someing and feeling them and seeing them and never lossong them wanting them to know you care for them
and ope they return,very cool poem i loved it alot
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you...
Isolate and save you from yourself
yeah i agree with HolderOfTheDarkChalice. that was the exact thoughts i was getting. Great job on the poem i thought it was awsome! keep it up! ^_^
Why thank you. I was a little worried that it wasn't the hope everyone else invisions. But i'm glad at least you two think that its hope.
I'm a glass child. I am Hannah's regrets. Monster.
The poem was totally great!!!
hi... i am new here and ur poem strucked me, it's wonderful, really...I loved it... some stanzas project sad events and it just perfectly established stronger point on your theme
Great poem there buddy, keep it up.
Wow. This is a good one. Keep it up. ^^
You are not your job. You are not your bank account. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your ****ing Khakis. We are the all seeing all dancing crap of the world. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake you are the same rotting organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap.
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