I walk the same rooms,
drifting through the same world
even though in between
I don't know if I'm me
or if it's just a dream that looks like reality
or if reality's reality at all
who dreamed who, the girl or the king
who went through, my reflection or me
Who were you, what was the worth of your tears
I thought I knew the name,
like an echo from the years
Broken chains and promises crushed like petals underfoot
Things pass by so quick I don't get a second look
Mice in the cellar, mice under the bed
mice making a nest from a book I'd once read
words so familiar, like a song someone sang
noise like the dong of a bell as it rang
Which dreamed which, the cat or the queen
which struck it rich out of the three
Who was watching while the flower bloomed
who was the crowd in an empty room
Three in a closet, one in the rain
two or five together feeling the pain
Seven that flew, the same seven that danced
One that made a choice, the same one that took a chance
Mountains that rose, mountains that fell
secrets to keep and secrets to tell
Shelves and shelves of empty pages
just one to tell the tale
Ships tossing in the sea,
my mind is in a gale
Pull the string, turn on the light
make my choice to run away instead of stay and fight
I'm wondering now how on earth I'll make it right
We dance and we bow to each other with a smile
but it's just bittersweet becuase it's just for a while
Which dreamed which, the wood or the tree
who dreamed who, my reflection or me
And what happens when I'm gone too long
why is it that it feels so wrong
I miss the feeling of wind in my hair
even if I know now that it's hardly very rare
that someone calls and there is no reply
that someone's soul is seen through the eye
These places and people familiar and free
even though in between
I don't know if I'm me
It all gets sort of jumbled by the end of the day
Until the wind comes and sweeps it away
And then again I catch a glance
and wonder if... Perhaps, perhaps.
This makes no sense. I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me. It's just little bits and pieces of dreams I've had recently that I'm trying to sort out... But hey, it kind of rhymes, right? :)
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oh, I liked this poem. you did keep the ryming going. great poetry!
luv,
Bernadette
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"Hold your ground! Hold your ground1 Men of Gondor, of Rohan! My Brothers!I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. when the age of men comes crashing down. But it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth! I bid you stand! Men of The West!" Aragorn
I really like it. You're
I really like it. You're such a great poet, Hannah!
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"Never, never give up. Unless you get really tired." -Ellen Degenres
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
I like this a lot. Where did
I like this a lot. Where did you come up with idea?
It awoke with a shrill shreak that can be trnaslated "How dare you leave me in this bed, when I am asleep and helpless?" My sister
I actually liked this.
I actually liked this. Reminds me a lot of my dreams sometimes. I especially liked the lines "make my choice to run away instead of stay and fight, I'm wondering now how on earth I'll make it right."
Very good.
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Words are at their highest when they are used as a window through which we can see God.
~ Paul David Tripp
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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!
Wow... that was great. The
Wow... that was great. The total confusion of it is what has it make sense, if you know what I mean. Do you? Probably not.
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Chaos.
Panic.
Disorder.
My work here is done.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
:>)
Thanks! Well, actually, reading it over myself today it makes more sense than I thought it did... And for the person who asked how I got the idea, it was from various dreams I've had, and also some 'daydreams' I guess.
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"Man'll fly all right. Just like a rock!"
--Archimedes the Owl
Oh. That's cool.
Oh. That's cool.
It awoke with a shrill shreak that can be trnaslated "How dare you leave me in this bed, when I am asleep and helpless?" My sister
This is really cool. I love
This is really cool. I love the rhythm and the flow, it's so, so...dreamy and wavy and wooshy? Like water being sloshed back and forth in a tub or the throb of waves on a lonely shore...
Anyway, it's hard for me to describe it, but I like it alot. :)
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"Sing as if no one is listening;
Dance like no one is watching;
Live as if you will die tomorrow;
Love like it will never hurt."
-Old Irish Saying
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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]
Wooshy... What a great
Wooshy... What a great word...
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Chaos.
Panic.
Disorder.
My work here is done.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
Nice Job!!!!
I really liked this poem!!!
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"Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising,
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!"
~Return of the King
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine
I think it makes sense.
I think it makes sense. Actually I like it a lot. It's saying that your not sure of anything, right? That was the impression I got. I like it. As I've said before, I like poems that are kind of vague. For some reason I was picturing the part in the Magician's Nephew, where they are in the great hall...I like this poem.
"It's not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you." from Batman Begins