i awake at night interrupting this violent red and crimson dream.
within my nightmare the shadows of my past overcome me.
my veins ache as i ponder about you and i.
can you feel this temptation too?
my brain pumps this unfamiliar secretion of lust.
this broken city skyline is the only romance we'll ever find in this corpse infested town.
i rub my bloodshot eyes and bite my nail.
i cannot weave metaphors that weigh out this dilema.
after all, innocence is a point of view.
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5 stars Thank you! Now my poem is complete. First I would like to say thanks for the answer. But more than that, thanks for taking an interest After spending too much time trying to locate this information this was so easy and fast to do. Subject: What does 'organic' mean? Category: Science > Astronomy
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A young man can have surprises when he seeps. Lust and passion are a big part of puberty, and for men it seems to last a very long time. Some grow up sooner.
Why don't you capitalize the "i"? Are you mimicking e.e.cummings. It is his style, and everyone knows he owns it. No one can a style, so you are safe there, it is just that with capitalization throughout your poem why do you choose to leave the great "i" alone.
Making peace with your father::
'Who am I, and what does it mean to be masculine? You?ve got to do both, because you got to move through that grieving process. close with a poem by the Native American poet Dick Lourie: "How do we forgive our fathers? . Two sons: one "stood it out" and became a pastor like his father
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The secretion of lust is not something a sleeper can control? The color Crimson Red is a powerful one -- the color of anger, lust, rage, desire -- all the emotions; and it is reactive.
Sharing your emotions is a very big thing for you to do; especially since you have distanced yourself from the rest of humanity by seeing them as corpses; corpses have nothing to give or take.
Awaken! Find the beauty that is all around you, and enjoy it.
Yes, it is a good poem, and there are many parts that I like.t
Even in our sleep pain drips from the heart drop by drop, your inner self is searching itself, what we do in our conscience state can not escape us in our unconscience state.
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POEM... whats it mean? and do you like it?