The Lost Dreams will Change with the New Year

They don't go together, generally... They're all depressing and morbid though.

So read... or die.
... I can't stay away from writing forever...

EDIT: Why isn't the underline working?!?!
EDIT AFTER FIRST EDIT: There we go... EDITED POEM 2




The Sadness of the Crossing Sign

It’s passing time when the sign turns green
with envy, because we, below, can walk the street.
In ten seconds there’s no difference
for you, green one, because nobody will take you from your post.
Your blinking dreams will wash away
Like chalk masterpieces in the New York rain.

The Deceived Boy with Nothing at All

In the darker side of the city, where not even scum will go,
there lay a boy upon the ground. He clutches onto dear life,
envisioning a life of riches, fabricated from tales of the vagabonds.
There lay the boy with the broken dreams, not knowing,
not seeing, what his life could have been.
At least, he thinks, I will die with something.
He loses life’s game, and is consumed by the snowfall.

Music’s Only Survival Tactic

The song unwritten, that’s what it was.
A tune never struck to a guitar or drum and
words never emphasized with a voice's passion.
Piles of paper with inked notes and dusty instruments lay there
waiting. Music always waits for people to pick up the beat,
singing above the stomping bass, swinging to the motion of the wind.
In the rage of blue strobe lights and hollering fans
is where you’ll find that miracle.

They were pretty I can't say much about them sadly.

I think I liked the last one the most, those last two lines were catchy. But they were all good to read.

Er, yeah. *has nothing to say about them* Keep it up? Certainly.

I liked the first one as well, and I'd say I liked the middle one the least, but that'd be lying because I liked all of them, really.

I'll stop rambling now.

*huggles* You're my new best buddy.
I'll work a bit more on the second one... *thinks*

Auh! She gets to be your new best buddy?! No fair! *sniff*

Music’s Only Survival Tactic

The song unwritten, that’s what it was.
A tune never struck to a guitar or drum and
words never emphasized with a lead’s passion.
Piles of paper with inked notes and dusty instruments lay there
waiting. Music always waits for people to pick up the beat,
sing with the thumping feet, swinging to the motion of the wind.
In the rage of blue strobe lights and hollering fans
is where you’ll find that miracle

Yeah this one is the best for me.

The Deceived Boy with Nothing at All

In the darker side of the city, where not even scum will go,
there lay a boy upon the ground. He clutches onto dear life,
envisioning a life of riches, fabricated from tales of the vagabonds.
There lay the boy with the broken dreams, not knowing,
not seeing, what his life could have been.
At least, he thinks, I will die with something.
He loses life’s game, and is consumed by the snowfall.

This one is good too but eager to see it after u work on it a bit.

The Sadness of the Crossing Sign

It’s passing time when the sign turns green
with envy, because we, below, can walk across the street.
In ten seconds there’s no difference
for you, green one, because nobody will take you from your post.
Your blinking dreams will wash away
Like chalk masterpieces of a creator in the New York rain.

This once last two lines are my favs.

Well done!

Elizabeth wrote:*huggles* You're my new best buddy.

*Ani feels jealous*

with envy, because we, below, can walk across the street.

This is a little wordy and I would probably trim the words a little. Maybe "walk the street" instead of "walk across the street."

Like chalk masterpieces of a creator in the New York rain.

This not only is wordy but pretty confusing as well. I mean, really... "of a creator." Yeah. Not succinct. Maybe "Like chalk masterpieces in a New York rain." A little more brief and to the point. Otherwise, I like the personification. This is probably my favorite poem of the three.

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In the darker side of the city, where not even scum will go,

This beginning seems too sing-songish for the rest of the poem. This makes it seem weird because you're expecting something completely different than what you get. So you're either going to want to work on this line, or scrape the rest of the poem and rewrite it.

But I don't know... I don't really like this one. It seems too preachy for me. *shrugs*

Moving on!

words never emphasized with a lead’s passion.

I read that first as lead, as in pencil lead. Or something. You might want to reword that line for a quirkier effect to bring in the double meanings more.

waiting. Music always waits for people to pick up the beat,
sing with the thumping feet,

Don't know if this is intentional, but "beat" and "feet" rhyme. I don't quite like the rhyme, actually. The thesaurus is your friend here!

I liked the rest though... just those three lines I guess.

Okay, now the good stuff. I did like it on the whole. Number 2 was the weakest one for me because it was so cliched, but I liked how you talked about music and a street light in an interesting voice. My favorite is the first one because of the oddity of the streetlight being made in a poem and the points it made, without being preaching as in #2, but there you go.

Anyway, I hope this critique has been somewhat informative...