Estos Momentos....
By Spiritus_Frumenti
Sometimes I dream,
I dream about loving without feeling pain
How I could hold a rose in my hands and it will never die,
As long as I promise to keep it forever
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So much disparity aligning itself to elusive
And
Tangible boundaries
Like the edge of a beach torn apart by violent waves of an ocean
Or a tree being stripped bare by unforgiving autumn winds
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Sometimes I dream,
I dream about thinking without feeling sad
How I could learn to understand
And not become lost in the process
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Entangled to an overwhelming
Being pulled under never felt like this,
This estranged sensation, breaking the ground open
Creating breaches in my mind
My imagination shattering
And
Drifting apart like Arctic glaciers
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Sometimes I dream,
I dream about dreaming again
How I could live in a world that is not real
How I could deceive myself so truthfully
As to begin to question what I really believe...
Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004
Comments on "Estos Momentos...."
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On Tuesday, August 17, 2004, Anth
(1126) wrote:
i really love this,i felt it,especially the ending,and the way it was written floated across my mind like a silent unnoticed cloud,yet thundering and bellowing.this poem is the silver lining, of a soul
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On Tuesday, August 17, 2004, purr_verse
(1052) wrote:
you write reflective sorrow so beautifully... thought/full and touching piece; softly sombre, poignant and full of disillusioned melancholy, yet retaining hopeshadows... lovely piece.
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On Monday, August 16, 2004, OLd SouL
(717) wrote:
good stuff.. thoughts to ponder.
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A former member wrote:
This had a sweeping tide and had a way of casting me under your incredible flow of understanding.
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On Monday, August 16, 2004, Six-Out
(1423) wrote:
Sometimes words can get under your skin so much you feel as if they're a part of you...you've created one of those here...amazing work man.
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On Monday, August 16, 2004, manywalks
(747) wrote:
This falls quiet, and a little deeper with each line. ~ wen