Tonight I see my haunting dreams,
To be woken, to just another day.
From night to day nothing's as it seems,
My feelings, that painting both entirely grey.
I wish to see her like a beauty worth love,
Though there lies pain that's circling her.
His one son, blackened by his demon above,
Last thoughts; So leave! Just go! Become a blur.
My yesterday was full of diamonds, lights.
No days like this. There's never sad tuesdays.
Tomorrow could have been a beautiful sight,
Except here I am, suddenly able to say;
The past is gone, I cannot turn 'round,
So I will stand, awaiting longful sounds.
I'm so nervous..
ReplyDeleteD:
-crosses fingers-
It took me, 2:13. ;D
I timed it.
omg syliva dat wozzz nang!!!!!! i liked the way u described her n her emotinz n dat.... u go gyal!! ;)
ReplyDeleteSabz XXX
U got nothing 2 worry about,it was well good.
ReplyDeleteThankyou to you both.xDD
ReplyDelete*bows*
Only joking. ;D
A powerful and impressive poem - and genuinely worth all your time and effort. Well done!
ReplyDeleteHowever, iambic-pedant that I am, I feel obliged to point out that you have only created an iambic pentameter (dee-DUM, dee-DUM, dee-DUM, dee-DUM, dee-DUM) in the following lines: 8, 9 and 14
Sorry. :( Have a listen to the next podcast and see if it helps at all?
I've heard it loud and clear sir. (:
ReplyDeleteI'll be working on a redraft through this week.xD