Waking After

• Artist: Suka_love
• Description: I realize this doesn't make a whole lot of sense but when you think about when you lay there dreaming at night. It Doesn't have to, Your mind creates images that you wont see in reality and still you think about them. Its amazing when you think of such awkward things, then make them out to be something they are totally not, so we make believe. Dreams are bad and both good, then when you wake up and the death and hate is silenced, reminding you that reality is what we must live in everyday ^^.
• Date: 05/20/2009
• Tags: waking after

As my blue chipped nails click on the keys,
they watch over my shoulders with great ease,
Like theres nothing wrong,
Like the feeling when you run into your room with tears streaming down your face,
Its like they never knew,
Hush now baby,
Darkness loves me too,
It hugs you at night,
Wrapping you up tight,
Where Miracles emerge,
the darkness takes sight,
It flys by air and feels much pain,
But in my arms your still my precious dame,
The night time comes and my pain comes undone with words of nothingness caressing the air,
I feel your hand in my palm and a simple shiver could scare,
Your worried about my body by yours,
Like a simple lush,
Extrodinare plus,
Many dare to lay beside me,
The kiss is soft and yet it frightens the worried sorrows of whats forgotten,
Love is one thing but lust is another,
Do you think he loved you more then the other?
Your just so simple when your with him,
ha, Thats exactly where I come in,
That longing sensation wrapped around tense,
Thats what happens when love doesn't make sense,
One tiny thing could reck it all,
When You finally wake up,
its just a dream after all.

Comments

[mike40032]

nice

[Suka_love]

hmm I love it, I see what your saying and yes thats exactly it ^^ oh gee I love how you are man really its very wonderful. ^^

[Inyuashi 23]

Just colors flying passed.

Though it brings up the question of where exactly it came from...I can relate to it in one manor, but most poems should be so, people should be able to relate to them and to have a bond with them, you excel in that.

[Inyuashi 23]

Hmmm...I understand...

Now then, for the poem.
Mmm...Talking of a feeling, a past lover and present if I'm correct...
It's sort of like a surrealism to me, it paints streaks of colors that rush passed, you can't really make them out completely, but you get the overall shape, the overall feel.
It's a good poem, surrealism tends to be hard, anything going by it tends to be, though it's sort of my style. This poem sort of just flows from one matter to the other.