Guest White Rose Oujisama Posted December 8, 2002 Report Posted December 8, 2002 Looking up towards the ground, I feel my feet against the sky, I see a boy in a pool of infinity, He feels the way I do. Afraid. Unknowing... So afraid that he reaches out to me, So I reach back to him, Wanting to know what it's like to dream of the sky, instead of being latched to the ground... His face contorted with anxiety, almost afraid to meet his hand with mine... He looks like I do, which is no surprise. Only different...I have no worries... But I only have the fear I have because... when I look into this pool... This pool of reality... I just don't see me... Our hands meet, and there's a ripple in my heart... I fear now that he is me... And I am as confused as he is about life... I close my eyes and just fall in... The rose of my life fading away... Only to leave the sweet scent of my very being for those who cared... I know see the sky... And my feet bound to the earth... Like many others I gaze at the sky dreamily... But not for the same reasons... They want to know, how it would feel to touch those clouds... ...And I just want to go back... ... I hate being tired and uncreative >.<
SoaringIcarus Posted December 11, 2002 Report Posted December 11, 2002 Very nice, Rose Prince. I like the atmosphere of this. Pretty transcendental, and reminescent of through-the-looking-glass (only strictly in the looking-glass sense). Last stanza, was it perhaps "I now see the sky"? Good ending. I fail to recognise any lack of creativity, and look forward to reading more of your work. Write on! -Icarus Edited by: SoaringIcarus at: 12/10/02 7:20:16 pm
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