nekros

Wasting my time without light. There is no fight in me. I close my eyes, but nothing is right. My dreams have seen the sun. Even then, They paint quiet ...

About the "smeared" thing. I didn't see anything joined. In my head I saw stardust smeared together. It wouldn't have made sense to me. ;-)

I find that no matter how much you try to "construct" poetry. It doesn't work. Rather, the poem is a reflection of the heart. If were trying to be humorous, ...

Alright, so someone in my class said that he like writing as an art form, because you could say "I'm sad" and people would feel sad with you. I don't ...

I walked along a cold lit night, Brushing slowly against green cracked life. My heart beat against the Moon, And the Sun showed his face through the dark. We dream ...

I think you're over thinking it a bit. The poem is a description of an image I had in my head. It may not make sense if you take it ...

In the stillness, The wind brushes against the landscape. It was silent not so long ago. We watched the water flow with a smile. With no river to be seen, ...

A shaking brings us to our knees, This is my kind of line! Awesome. Cries escaping from our mouths, Asking where our God above is During this painful, deathly hour. ...

We’re not bound by blood, We were separated at birth. You’re my unrelated sister, And we always share mirth. I would dive into the darkest This seems kind of cliche, ...

I don't think it's exactly poetic, but I like it. Scientism is retarded. What ever happened to loving your neighbor as yourself?

Thank you very much! Yeah, I know the capitalizing is "wrong" , but it looks better that way to me. I guess I get my drawing and writing mixed up ...

This one is intentionally short, it says what I see in my head. So here we are: A blazing star so liquid and blue, It left a footprint in the ...

This poem eerily reminded me of one of my older poems. In a really cool way that is. The use of words like "Thy" felt akward to me, but that ...

I really like this, although it confused me a little bit. I enjoy poetry that gives me a visual impression rather than a conscious one. In that respect, good on ...

Very close, actually there is a hope for an answer. There are a few things the poem is meant to mean, but generally I like it to be somewhat interpreted ...