This poem is called "Dreams", its not a final draft but I think it speaks out. Not gotta say much, but please comment on my poem.
Dreams
By Vincent Wu
12/9/08
The thing called unconscious
Conscious of these anxious wishes
Buckets of paint smacked around
Leaks in about its business
Not filthy per say
But can’t say it isn’t clean
Kids’ joy burst as the teacher declared
“No Homework without Relaxation”
Hospitals, no longer a free Inn
Baking, frying, boiling, tantalizing, mouth watered like a melon
Blue like water bottles, Green like traffic light saying GO, Orange like Oranges
Purple like Hunter, Red like blood cells giving and taking, Yellow like Me
Eyes below the forehead and above the shredder
It takes care of my morale and draws clues to suspects
Unrequited lovers no longer quitting or hating
Tears touching, sexual harassment
The glossy bulbs drive in my mind again
Leaving a trait of moisture, it helps with the low humidity
Fumes of alluring mate draw us in
Dreams far from here
But it will return
Only this time with tears
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1 comment:
dreams, its funny how its something that we all have and yet we never really know what to do with them.
As much as it hurts to be disappointed we still need to dream and hope for the best - and when it does come true then that is one of the wonders of this world.
I think its awesome that you write poetry keep it up and feel free to share it when you are inspired.
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