QTpie87 Posted June 10, 2006 Share Posted June 10, 2006 In slumber one suffers with truth and pain while consious the mind fabricates not only the living, but the dead Not showing the real world, only a lie made to be my truth but how beautiful are the songs they bring was it never theirs,did it come from me? emotions sing their songs while I sleep my own little wold where I can escape It has to be real, it can't be a dream. Dreaming is awake, awake is dreaming what is and isn't real? so beatiful but so far from reach was it ever, and is it now will this ever be my real world? no longer can we tell between the truth and a lie I don't have one true life this place may confuse you and I i'm you, you're me.... this dream must end, someone please wake me from my sleep. Link to comment
demons-princess Posted June 10, 2006 Share Posted June 10, 2006 nice really nice i write poetry myself Link to comment
AnotherBrokenDoll Posted June 15, 2006 Share Posted June 15, 2006 Thats amazing and i think you the only person who can determine if something is poetry or not is the writer themselves... Keep on writing you have some great talent here! love always rozi! Link to comment
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