Young Writers Society

I think I understand what you are trying to say-"and it was just was"-but you coul benifit from some punctuation here and there. Some other, perhaps awkwars, sentences were "strange with that dust of being dreaming" and "wishing to be just be". It appears that last one is an ad homonym reiteration of the first. Overall I enjoyed your lamentation of a brief respite from realitys foreboding ultimatums. "To be, just be" without fear of reprecussions is great gift, and youve found this gift in the false world your brain provided. With some revisenent of grammer(probably being a hipocryte here) this gentle poem would make a nice melow taste on the tip of my tounge. Good work.

Hello! Rurouni here to review!

Interesting poem, but I'm going to cut to my nitpicks to make this easier for both of us... I tend to ramble when I first introduce and yeah...

First off; I feel that your first stanza is sort of broken. I get that its suppose to be connected with your title, and that's cool and all, but maybe if you put the title into the stanza, it might feel more whole and connected.

Now time for my more, visual nitpickities~

and the streets I know
were strange with that dust
of being dreaming; I knew
somehow that this was
their true intent.

the night was still&dark and no one knew
and it was, just was
so now I wake with strange starts
from slumber each night,

Hello, I don't normally review poetry but I'll do my best.

I absolutely LOVE the line:

wishing to be, just be

I know how you feel. Dreams and sleep get me like that too. ~~ Love the poem, it has a nice flow of wonder and a bit of solemn regret. Is "Still&dark" supposed to be like that?
What do you mean by a running dream?