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A Colorless Dream
Contributed by
Rage
on
Monday, 1st September 2003 @ 10:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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~*~
Caught in a golden sunrise,
Its touch coloring the clouds pink.
Captured in its pure essence
Unable to take a blink.
A realm of blurred reality,
Lost within a painted dream.
Running along its watery grounds,
Nothing is truly what it seems.
I have to get away,
From whoever is chasing me.
I have to run away,
From something that I just cant see.
Running along with the wind,
The ground leaving my feet.
Higher up into the air,
The clouds, Ive come to greet.
Its still right behind me though,
It just touched my heels.
I soar higher, past the pink cotton,
To the opening of what heaven has sealed.
I break through the sky,
To find the security of space.
Pausing for a moment,
To absorb all its beauty and grace.
I find comfort up here,
Well out of Its reach.
But to accomplish this feat,
Heaven, I had to breach.
The vision soon evaporates,
And leaves nothing but a silent scream.
Now nothing else has come to exist,
But just a colorless dream.
~*~
Copyright ©
Rage
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2003-09-01 22:05:00]
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Re: A Colorless Dream
(User Rating: 1 )
by Clown_Prince on
Wednesday, 3rd September 2003 @ 01:00:19 AM AEST
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| This was a very nice poem. I don't often see you write things like this. Actually, I don't recall any, but maybe I'm stupidly overlooking one or two. This is pretty good, though, and very visual. ^_^ |
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Re: A Colorless Dream
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by norm on
Monday, 22nd September 2003 @ 10:12:57 AM AEST
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Monday is my day to read
my fellow poet's poems,
I've done a read on you today
Your imagination roams.
Your poetic sense is excellant
albeit very sad,
I'd love to see the happy you
enough about your dad.
We all had dads and mamas too
who to us were less then kind,
But sure as time allows us life
It allows evil thoughts behind...
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