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Dreams

Contributed by remy on Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 03:32:34 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



could you see it...
at the back of each suburban dream
dropped the bucket of senses at seventeen
i was wondering when it could come to light
just now it might well whatever that means.
disallusioned in the back of the car
the hours wane on i'm thinking too hard
whenever i get out of here i'll chart
a letter so blue the sky will turn dark.

hey i need it...
oh no i'm not quite tripping the road
i'll sicken myself before i lose a load
much as this feels like that episode
the calm resolve could be a suited mode.
paint me a picture in a color of words
sing a song in rythm with what you heard
stupid it sounds and that sounds right
but watch me bite in a tune so absurd.

take a memo, stick it away somewhere
find it later, wonder why you were there
something's wrong but figure it after
first move it on front page to chapter

well believe it...
i've come to know a better time of day
wishing it in while i can only pray
the sleepless nights of repeated fights
will surface resolve or maybe go away.
no i'm not feeling so under the weather
i'm just thinking hey well whatever
getting better means i'm not much better
the procession could get lost in letters.

take this memo, hide it away somewhere
get it later, wonder why i was there
something's wrong but figure it after
first move on it front page to chapter

oh, moving so slow...
so, maybe you don't know...

this looks like to be the middle again
no beginning or end but lost in a blend
count it up to dissapear right at ten
we're still here now well go and then.
i think i might forget all these dreams
why remember i don't know what they mean
i pushed myself and then messed up myself
cut that's a wrap and out of this scene.

trash the memo, and don't tell me where
let's start over because i don't care
everything's wrong but i can't after
i've moved this page to another chapter




Copyright © remy ... [ 2004-02-12 15:32:34]
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Re: Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Putteragain on Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 03:40:56 PM AEST
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i loved this iwas great well wriutten and full of emotions

michelle


Re: Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 04:49:25 PM AEST
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this is so beautifully written... I love how it flows... awesome! ;)


Re: Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Thursday, 12th February 2004 @ 08:42:54 PM AEST
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I have to agree with the other comment about the flow of this.
It seems as effortless as water running down a hillside.
May you write many more

steve


Re: Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Remi on Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 11:41:00 AM AEST
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very well written i like the flow of things and the emotion u put into this



remi




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