Indeed, stars aglow in their effulgence, we sought our destiny...
Through paths, through worlds...so much to see, so much to feel...
Yet the foreboding thought of being forgotten looms above...
What is like to feel the loss of your destiny?
Sorrowful? Angst? Hatred?
My collages of reminisciences...in its everlasting pace...
Fills my soul....allowing me to remember...so much that I dreamed...
Fluttering like butterflies intertwining about a single rose...
Wilting petals that told birth...age...death...
That single bloom bursting from buds of hope...in its effacing memory...
The fine threads of golden web...that tied us to this world...
Relinquish our souls...free us...
Fly away...into the distant celestial havens...
Washed away by waves of sorrow...that single pin point in the dark...
I know now that...I am nothing, but a dreamer. So simple. So enigmatic...














Comments
I love the part of the petals.
Well I can't make an advanced critique
I do enjoy the reminisence in the first several sentences, the reflections you put into your poems have alot of heartfelt emotions. I also like the way that it seems you're speaking to someone else as if you have shared this experience with another person.
One thing that I feel when reading this...some of the vocabs you use in here...and don't get me wrong they're very impressive on how they are used, but it seems like if I didn't know much about them I would find this as a test of my knowledge of the english language.
None the less, it has such a beautiful scenery that can be painted in many different ways...I like that ^^
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Yes when I read your poetry its just like hearing tell it to me or someone else in that sort of way.
Fascinating!
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