Young girls at the corner eating icecreams
A group of people running towards millstream
Men hiking alone have lost their teams
Baby crying for waking up from sweet dreams
The vivid dreams the bizzare dreams
Shadows hiding under flickering light beams
Planes and copters crashing in water streams
The corpse of a man rotten as it seems
The nuisance of scenes that donot gleam
The vivid dreams the bizzare dreams
All the stories died and faded the poet deems
When awaken from deep sleep she screams
'My wretched soul, everyday I try to redeem
From the burden of the forsaken dreams
Thr vivid dreams the bizzare dreams'
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
