Diverse Dreams
Make me sick to make me better.
Make me die to feel more alive than ever.
Falling into the nothingness that is everything,
Into the brightness of the dark.
My eyes ache with the sweet sight
Of the moon that paints the night sky white.
And the chilly air that burns my skin:
The only sound left within.
I have yet to taste the joy,
I've yet to see it, touch it
Can you smell the shapes yet?
Can you see the trees sing?
A soft-smelling silver song
Screaming the hushed words
That fill my aching eyes.
Two strangers of kindness diverse
Met at crossroads of 6 o'clock.
The watch on my wrist reads: Forest.
Have they yet to begin singing the pleasant scent of the flowers?
The story that ends with the beginning and starts at the end.
Reality clashes with herself,
Her joyful song full of sorrow.
Imagination has no limits
Brace yourself against the dreams of tomorrow.
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This poem is designed to confuse. Hell, I wrote it and I'm confused! It's probably the strangest thing I've ever written but definatly my favourite. Yes, this poem does tell a stroy but it has no beginning, no end and no plot. It's always moving on yet somehow always going round in circles. That probably makes no sense but that's what it is. XD
I had so much fun writing this so I hope you will read it!!!
