Darkness around

by Starshine

Published August 2, 2005

Night calls the living thoughts
Day remembers them with fuzzy detail.

Connected paths mix with within
Falling situations make their place.

The thought
The mood
The passing
Become a single strand.

Never knowing how things will end
The begining just as astranged.

Holding a feeling deep and hidden
Becomes the new position.

Stage set but never the exact
Smelling a smell but not in the air.

Tasting apon the lips
Only felt on the back of the tounge.

The look of the area before the third eye
Never blinking, aginst the view.

Hands outright, fingers attentive.
Only the thought makes it compelle.

Tense moment followed by darkness
No smell No touch
No taste No view
Darkness around, sinking back down.

Try as the might to be back once from.
Remembering what was there.
Afar as it has ever been.

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lulu_lizzrd
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lulu_lizzrd commented Comment · Jan 7, 2008

i really like this, it's not like every other poem, you strew the words together in a nice simplistic way as well

lulu

written_on_my_heart commented Comment · Jan 7, 2008

interesting topic choice, but a few minor corrections, as matt mentioned, should be made. :)

TheForgottenAuthor wrote a review Review · Jan 6, 2008

Hmmm...I agree with Matt. Especially about the last stanza...I don't get where that came from. It sounds more llike you didn't know how to end the poem, so tried to make a dramatic ending. Well, it's dramatic, but it doesn't make sense. Try re-wording things like what matt said, and definately fix the ending. If you did this than it will be great.

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Matt Bellamy wrote a review Review · Jan 6, 2008

I hate seeing so many topics unanswered, so I'm bringing this up to flex my critting muscles. :) Below I have just corrected some things and put some suggestions.

Starshine wrote:Night calls the living thoughts
Day remembers them with fuzzy detail.

Connected paths mix with within - Should this just be within?
Falling situations make their place.

The thought
The mood
The passing
Become a single strand.

Never knowing how things will end
The beginning just as estranged.

Holding a feeling deep and hidden
Becomes the new position.

Stage set but never the exact
Smelling a smell but not in the air.

Tasting upon the lips
Only felt on the back of the tongue.

The look of the area before the third eye
Never blinking, against the view.

Hands outright, fingers attentive.
Only the thought makes it compel.

Tense moment followed by darkness
No smell, no touch
No taste, no view

Darkness around, sinking back down.

Try as the might to be back once from.
Remembering what was there.
Afar as it has ever been.


I'm not sure what this is really supposed to mean, particularly the last stanza, and the first line of the last stanza. I think there are some good ideas here, which simply need to be more clearly expressed.



Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.
— Mark Twain