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Long ago I lay sinking
A thousand depths below what’s seen.
My lungs had filled with blackened sea.
To breathe, to live, there was nothing.
My eyes blind in the deathly dark
I swam to what could never be
I swam so long, so long I reached.
I swam into
My dying dream.
©2007-2009 ~theories-unspoke
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This marks the end of my writer's block.


Comments, opinion, edits, suggestions and critique are always welcome.
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That is really good, you have great writing talent.

In the last line, it should be dying.
oh :blushes: yes, 'dying'. Thank you.

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Quieting the thoughts brushing up against your sighs.
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How so? You write all day and all night, about many different things in many different ways. What about this made you fav it?

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Quieting the thoughts brushing up against your sighs.
:blackrose:
It's short compared to what i've seen you write but it's very beautiful. I quite like the words you choose to create visuals for the writing.

I rarely like reading poetry and the like but i always look forward to your stuff, just so you know <3

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"Have the lambs stopped screaming?" "._. No *whispers* I can still hear them in the walls"
It is short yes- I tried to make it longer but figured I better not push myself since I was writing something at all in the first place. It's been awhile.

(: thanks voo

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Quieting the thoughts brushing up against your sighs.
:blackrose:
Aye, it's nice to read your stuff again. By the way, you in summer vacation yet? :3 got any plans?

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"Have the lambs stopped screaming?" "._. No *whispers* I can still hear them in the walls"
You're right. It was a more half-assed reply. My only excuse is I was about ready to leave for work. So, here are my more elaborated thoughts.

It's nice to see artwork associated with the poetry. I'm not the best with photography or drawing, so I never can accompany any words with imagery. My latest addition, has something to do with how humans respond to words or pictures. So, since I was on that train of thought, it made sense.

Let me start with the image. I love the reflection the most. It's almost like a dividing line. It dares the on looker to try and "walk on the water", if I may use that line. It's intimidating, bright and not subtle about it.

So, since my first glimpse caught that idea. I let it "sink" in. I pondered that image. Then, I proceeded onward to the words.

I like the poem because it's short. Problem, I often face with my expressions are summaries. I do like my long songs but I also like short songs. Sometimes, we have a lot to say other times, we don't. So, the variance is there.

All the words are profound, every sentence redirects you back to the theme.

...and so it ends...

What could this dying dream be? You know but want us to decide.

:)

-Pat

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