as painful as it is,
i'm remembering again..
soaring on the wind's warm breath,
spinning into colorful feilds,
becoming one with their waves of emotion--
never a cloudy day.
my moon-beam wings,
my childish smile...
now i see it as a dream.
my prism feilds have gone pale and gray,
my wings now translucent to the eye.
i've been beyond the star's sharp glare,
and danced upon every sea...
now alone and afraid--
crying for the past,
though it fades with each memory...
bring me back to the crystal skies,
and the winds sure breeze--
for that was my true home...
now i sit as a girl,
in a world of hate and lies;
where i can't belong...
i'm loosing my past..
don't let me die in this bad dream.

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Ooh. That's a scary one. You should read my nightmare one.  Simply 
titled "Nighmare" on this cf.  (selfless plug)  :)

I would say haunting, myself.  You have a wonderful command of imagery, 
although I believe this skill can and will be further improved with 
time.  The Imagist movement (as my wife described it to me) would be 
proud of you.

(myself, I fancy myself a surrealist/Imagist poet)

in the immortal words of Cartman  "Sweet!"

this is good...

"soaring on the wind's warm breath,
 spinning into colorful feilds,
 becoming one with their waves of emotion--"

That right there is just a wonderful set of lines

I love this one, not like, but love ... can I get a signed copy :)

its based on my nightmare/dream...  intangible bliss that i don't 
posses in my own life... reading this one makes me cry...

Interesting feedback you've got here, Zoe.  Thinking about publishing a 
book of your work.  If you did, I'd buy it.  I always go for good 
poetry.  Gives me some ideas of how I can improve my own stuff.

resp: 5--  Real life always seems to give strength and structure to art; 
if you subscribe to the idea that art is expression of reality, however 
creatively reconstructed.

no one really reads poetry anymore... not since the romantic age.. i 
have already been published, it didn't feel right... its like giving a 
peice of myself to strangers to discet.. i don't enjoy exposing my soul 
to just random people... i'm shy.. i wouldn't be here if it weren't for 
joe's encouragement...

I still think it was pretty sneaky not telling me your login til after I
got all geeked about your first post :)

if i had told you, i thought i wouldn't get your honest opinion on my 
stuff... besides, i enjoy torturing you... just take a note of the 
grilled cheese.

Good job.  You go girl.  Somebody's gotta keep the guys here in line.  
If they don't get punctured once in a while they get swelled heads.  ;)

re: resp:8 I really do empathize.  Most of my poetry is very personal to 
me and I was reluctant to post here.  I valued feedback a little more, 
however, so here I am.

I just like to share.

i have trouble expressing TRUE self to people... all i have is my art 
and poetry.. and even then, no one really comprehends what i attempt to 
project with it.. eventually i will give up all togeather... it hurts 
to write something and have someone give you a blank "what" stare... it 
makes me feel like i'm ignorant or something.. then again, the people 
around here tell me to speak english when i use "big words" like 
irrelevent...

Been there.  Nowadays, it seems like everytime I learn a new word such 
as "antidisestablishmentarianism" no one is interested in hearing me use 
it because they don't understand it.

        See, I have trouble NOT expressing myself to people.

Ain't that the truth? ;} You and me both.

re: resp:14  Again, I really do empathize.  I really enjoy art 
because..well, I can project myself into it, and I see an understanding 
reflection of myself.  This is true whether it be music, painting, 
sculpture, drawing, poetry, storytelling, acting, role-playing, etc., 
etc., etc.

Ironically, even artistes get big heads and don't understand my myriad 
of interests.  For years, I struck most folks as weird, eccentric, or a 
"know-it-all."  Rarely was I trying to impress people; I rather enjoy a 
deep discussion.  But deep discussions unnerve the majority of people.

Don't worry, Zoe.  Most of the folks around here are bona vide 
intellectuals and truly appreciate what you are trying to do.

Here Here!

sounds like similar issues to what i am having inproblems expressing and
rmembering and being myself.  i have been revisitihng my childhood to find
these things in which i used to express my eccentricity.
good magical work

that's bona fide, not bona vide =}

What's wrong.  Ain'tcha never heard of typos?

never never never =}

yes, it was a typo-- bona *fide* :P

        How to respond, how to respond ...

        I've been thinking a lot about some of the people that I think of as
the closest ties I have among people.  It doesn't have a lot to do with time
spent.  It's all about whether, for lack of a better term, they shine.

        It's hard to explain without giving names to concepts which I like to
bandy about in my head, without giving them labels or names.  The easiest way
I can explain it is - you know those dreams you have every so often, that are
crazy?  Things people only dare to read about for the most part?  Well, there
are people who go out and do these things, people about whom events crystalize
and fate, for lack of a better term, seems to eddy and pool.

        Some might consider their very existence concieted;  how can you listen
to someone who's excited at an incredible turn of events on an adventure,
without feeling a tinge of envy?  But the conciet's not really there;  it
doesn't even enter into the equation.  But it can likewise be devastating to
those who don't go out and live their dreams, or lack inspiration to keep them
motivated.

what exactly are you talking about jazz? 
concepts without name or envy/sympathy joys? 
this could make a very interesting discussion...

you know, allida, I very often read a jazz post and say to myself (or
publicly), "what exactly are you talking about?" (or "what the HELL...")

This time I went back and read all the posts and then tried to figure out what
John could possibly be talking about. I'm not sure if I made the right
inferrences, but here's my attempt:

zoe was talking about how private a person she is, how she doesn't like
sharing. john in #25 is talking about how to shine, how to live your dreams,
afterhaving previously talked about how public a person he can be.

I think the point is, if you don't show anybody what you have, you might as
well not have it.

        Mrm, now I have to check to see if this is in the correct item or
whether I've gaffed it.

(fake it, John, fake it. I gave a nice erudite explanation, fake it!)

<rotfl>

        Yeah, what Brighn said!  What he said!  I meant every word of it ...

i get it... you put it in somewhat complex terms, and if anything, i 
took what you said and put it to my own life.. but i grasp a concept 
projected by what you said.

        Re-reading it, I'm not sure how I'd connected what was being said to
that thought ... I believe it had something to do about the way that people
percieve anyone who takes an interest in the deeper things in life as being
inherently arrogant because of it.  Which seems silly

(linked to the new poetry conf)

Somehow, what John said seems connected to what you said earlier, Zoe, 
but not in the poem.

this one is excellent... you have a nack for making people feel what you feel
when you write

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