Description: i keep having the same dream... well, it's more like my mind replaying that night Ashley, me, Mikal, James, Matt, Ivanna, Kelly and all our other friends went to the beach... and now, i look back on that night and smile... i don't cry anymore..... i'll see her again...
Child of Angels -------------------------------------------
My friends and I around a fire
and a few guitars
out on the beach
staring at the stars
Just the sound of the fire
and the crashing waves
Not the slightest bit tired
and not one thing to say
Just a bunch of us
and you and me
no desires or lust
here... we are free
the warm fire
the bright stars
the deep ocean
the guitars
Then it all winds down
and we all drift to our dreams
What more could I want
than to have you here with me...
hmmm it seems you are happy now... i am glad my friend... may you find peace in this god forsaken hell hole... but... if it was only this moment that keeps you happy and you stay content with yourself by reliving this moment in your head continuously then you are as stupid as the rest of "them"...
I am so proud of you! When I told you a couple weeks ago that Ashley was watching over you, in a sense your muse, I thought you had taken it the wrong way (from your response) I meant you should rejoyce not in her death, but in her life. And that is exactly what you've done here. I knew that somewhere underneath all the hurt there were happy memories! Cherish them, don't ever forget. Those are yours to keep and no one can ever take them away from you. And you are just as talented writing this type of poetry as you are writing on the darker side. Have you ever heard the saying when life gives you lemons, make lemonade? That is what you're in the process of doing...everything happens for reasons we will never comprehend (most of the time) And even in this dark hour, you are adding sugar little by little and I know that even though it seems hard now, you will triumph.
I like this a lot. The way you described it almost made me feel as if I were there. But it also made me sad. They say to smile even though someones gone because they still live in your memory, but that's why memories make me even more sad- because thats just what they are: memories. I hate thinking about something great and then realizing that it'll never be that way again. To me, it's even more depressing. You know? But I'm glad that you can look back and smile. You write wonderfully. As always, Great job
The title caught me and I liked what you have hear. An obvious personal dream that you have put into words and created a beautiful picture of a night with friends. I can relate to those times (my times are a bit more in the past than yours) but some of the best and most free days of my life were spent with my friends while kicking back and just "hanging out" Nicely written Lisa
I don't really like it, the flow is ruff and it makes too much too little sense, if you get what I mean, but hey that's just my opinion. try useing more words to define the situations and try adding more turns and hidden words so it makes the poem interesting.
Submission Name: Child of Angels
