Like waves crashing into the shore,
with thunderous applaud,
I am humbled and lain bare,
spread thin amongst harsh terrain.
You,
with your braids
swinging wildly in the wind,
dealing the chill of winter with a glare,
have become the essence of a dream.
An anomaly of my mind
(too, my youth),
resurfaced for no reason
but to haunt me.
A spectre,
embodiment of that which,
thoughtlessly,
I attempted to cast aside.
Still,
motionless,
you stand beside me unrelenting,
threatening your existence with a crooked smile.
You have begun to unhinge me once more.
Just tell me what you think...
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Very beautiful. I loved the fact that you used, in my opinion,different but strong words. For example: Crooked-thunderous-unhinge-anomaly. All of those I felt, gave a certain power to your poem. I loved the lines...
Like waves crashing into the shore,
with thunderous applaud,
Reminds me of a line from one of Edgar Allen Poe's poems, "I stand amid the roar of a surf tormented shore", I know you weren't talking about a beach but yea. I really enjoyed the poem. Different. The title was a little confusing, obviously. BUT it is what drew me to this page, So i guess it works. I clicked on it and crossed my fingers going "please don't be in Spanish, please don't be in Spanish " or else I wouldn't have been able to read it. Ha, anyways. Good write, keep your pen flowing and your fingers dancing.
-Kitten. Rewarded 8
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July 29
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