Insomia 2
19 April, 2003
Author: Red Dragon (Bernz)
Cigarette burning 'tween my thumb and forefinger,
Smoke rising, shaped like my undreamed dreams
Shadows lurking, eyelids growing heavier
Ashes falling, debris of my silent screams.
Smoke clouding the room, oblivious of my frame
Nearer, invading my awareness, it comes without shame
It hurts the more it gets though, while time slowly flies
Reality hurts, the way smoke gets in your eyes.
------- Author's Notes -------
(After Reading Pablo Neruda's "The Saddest Poem") |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| LinzAy (205.188.209.78) -- Monday, April 21 2003, 01:53 pm I like it! My fav line.....Ashes falling, debris of my silent screams......good writing. |
| Stacey (68.82.126.206) -- Monday, April 21 2003, 03:52 pm This poem is very descriptive... well done,I really enjoyed it ~Stace |
| barb (66.46.241.121) -- Monday, April 21 2003, 04:53 pm wish I could describe things like that. very nice red dragon |
| Leah06 (12.232.5.189) -- Monday, April 21 2003, 05:50 pm I liked this poem. Great descriptions and what mead them so great was that you also tied them into poetry. Wonderful job! |
| Red Dragon (210.14.4.51) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 12:58 pm well...this was a sort of a continuation of the the first insomia piece....heheheh....newey...tnx for liking it....cheers to our ideas.... |
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