Changing faces in front of me Smiling at me so blankly I don't understand the fake painting of a man with no feeling The world is undermined and the life i live is a shadow of this mans falling hand i look through the looking glass and i patch together my life once more i try and steer my mind back towards the place i once knew as mine the world will still turn the sky will still fall irony is ironic in this strange new world...
Wow! Great Poem. It touches the soul and that's what poetry is all about. I wrote a similar piece called "In From the Darkness". Be on the look-out for it. I'm posting it before the end of the week. Keep on writing, I enjoy reading your stuff. Peace, ALI
Nice poem. Especially, I like these lines: Smiling at me so blankly I don't understand the fake painting of a man with no feeling It kinda reminds me of Sonic Youth's song Plastic Sun (plastic girl, with plastic eyes, lala) for some reason. Good write, keep up the good work! Love, Borut P.S.:Happy birthday; I'm quite sure you weren't 20 when I last saw you!
aww thanks you guys...and yes borut i turned 20 on june 22....thank you for the happy birthday...and i never thought about it being like that song too borut....great point but now i feel like i sorta ripped it off...lol....
ahhh..now a question for you sweetdreadlover..., what inspired you to write this piece?! I find it has a voice that speaks for itself, strongly in fact. You can really tell, those who have put their hearts into their words...
I agree the flow and so deep it transcends like rain in a forest so magical that you switch off to anything else while reading I didn't hear the tv and it has to be damn good when that happens
I have this dream sweet dreaded lover about all of us at the hipforums, we can get together like friends and begin this poetry revolution, we can bring back awareness, You know over the past year I have been touring in Africa(where i live) promoting my poems and alot of the times i get off the stage and i think to myself noone understands what i am feeling, and then i log onto the net with my labtop and read your posts and i want to somehow grab you and bring you here! you write like it is your job i have not a single doubt that it is your calling on this earth. love,k.
