I guess I am a daydreamer of sorts,
I'm never really here.
Always some place better and safe,
far away from money and hate...
I guess you can call me a daydreamer,
seeing stars in the sky in the day.
Always imagining beauty and art,
seeing colors where you see grey...
I guess daydreamer would be the term,
trivial things don't matter to me.
Always some place inside my soul,
always aiming high to reach my goals...
I guess I am a daydreamer,
I guess I've always known.
Always waiting for your fingers to reach,
when all our dreams have grown...
As if you were describing me... I love it honey, good job! <3
ReplyDeleteAwww...! Well it's like I always said, we are too alike eachother for our own good. ^^ Thanks so much!
ReplyDeletehahhahahaha i loved it, and i can easily relate to it. I'm always daydreaming, always dwelling on faith, hope and imagination.. its a beautiful thing really to escape the reality of the world...
ReplyDelete"I guess I am a daydreamer,
I guess I've always known.
Always waiting for your fingers to reach,
when all our dreams have grown..."
Beautiful... just fucking brilliant
And there he goes again with his "fucking brilliant" xD
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
In deed, it's the things we do just to stay alive... <3
all poets are daydreamers it what keeps them going, geat and amazing poem i love these lines:
ReplyDelete"seeing colors where you see grey"
"Always waiting for your fingers to reach"
and the line :
"far away from money and hate"
intresin to see you count money and hate as one! :) ans the only bad things....
and i'm going to reply to an alder poem here so you can see resuming..:( the poem you wrote rip my guts out)
ReplyDeleteyes you tear me apart is overused
in poetry (insulted X( ) i said things like this not "this" some like: you demolish me, you cut me through, you hit me inside, you burn my tears, you kill my light, you make me bleed and ...... (these lines are some spilled out from me now i dunno i can come up with more... )
and its a fact that we all have different views, personaly i dont like the word gut in poetry, it reminds me of computer games that are opposite of poetry, but then its your style beks and truly i love your style :)
and another thing, my blog (now that ive changed it) kinda looks like yours now that i pay attention, you know blue, it wasnt intended dont go copycat in your mind when you see it X)
ReplyDeleteDon't worry amin, I won't!
ReplyDeleteYes, money and hate, because the desire for money often results in greed and greed results in people's lives getting worse. Money, and hate, because the lack of money which seems such a trivial thing can stand in the way of the greatest of things, even if it was the best thing that ever could have happened...
As put by Savage Garden in The Animal Song:
"I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair,
I believe the only ones to disagree
are millionaires"
That's exactly the point I was trying to make with these sentences.
Yes, I suppose all poets are sort of drifting away in their dreams most of their time...
I'm fully aware of what you were trying to say about "Dust", the poem using the word of "guts". As I said before, to me picturing the poem there it just belonged. This was how the poem wanted itself to be formed and I am only the fingers who channel the words down onto the keyboard. If I was gonna try and analyze it however, I would say the word belongs there simply because it doesn't fit. It is meant to illustrate how the feeling of being "torn apart" ;) doesn't fit in with the feeling of being safe and innocent, it stands out.
Also writing this I had a feeling someone had just punched me in the stomach and had me gasping for breath, I wanted something powerful to make it justice.
In a way I guess it was a nice choice of mine since it's led up to this discussion and thus made someone give it some really hard thought! =)
:) it does stand out, great job
ReplyDeleteHahaha thank you :D I will now stop defending myself ;D
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