Long ago I lay sinking
A thousand depths below whats 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.















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In the last line, it should be dying.
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Quieting the thoughts brushing up against your sighs.
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Quieting the thoughts brushing up against your sighs.
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"
(: thanks voo
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Quieting the thoughts brushing up against your sighs.
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"Have the lambs stopped screaming?" "._. No *whispers* I can still hear them in the walls"
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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