Reverie

Slow days
Always
Coming back to haunt me.
I chose
Windows;
Walls would only daunt me.

I want nothing less
Than never needing to second-guess.
Ever night I will
Carve tally marks on my windowsill;
One for every day we’re
Still alive and breathing.

Midnight sleep carries me
To a fantasy;
Lost within reverie
And mystery.
I imagine myself next to you,
And my heart comes alive anew.

We’d watch the empty night sky,
Broken only by
The streaking of starlight.
I’d be inept to show my
Peace and awe if I
Had all my life to write.

Every time
I awaken, I
Am forced to say goodbye…



Until the next night.

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This is just a thrown together thing I worked on last night and tonight, based on some thoughts I've been having lately. I pretty much just did it as an outlet more than anything else, but I've been juggling some ideas of turning it into a song.
I always write poetry to to a tune in my head, so that's why the rhyme scheme is sort of all over the place. :p

...So basically
You dream about a chick... and make marks on your windowsill.
Interesting life you have there, Tim.

The only line I feel throws off the flow of the whole thing is the one about being inept.
You have all these soft words and then... inept.

Somebody doesn't understand the concept of metaphor. xP

Hmmmm. I actually had worked the word "fail" into that line before, and changed it for that very reason. Maybe I'll play with it a little more.

...
Somebody doesn't understand the concept of "obvious metaphors". ^^;;

Fail?
...
As in, an EPIC FAIL?
'Cause that was the first thing that came to mind. xP

no, not as in epic fail. I stopped saying epic fail when I turned twelve. :p

Lol epic fail, I don't think I ever did say it

I like this poem, it sounds all professional and makes you think! I also liked the rhyming, it was interesting that way

Haha. thanks Hazel. I like vagueness and I like tricky rhymes. This poem pretty much combined the two.

I think I'm the only one here who doesn't get it.
I still think Tim is in love with someone in his dreams.
And he likes windows, not walls.

Well the way I read it.....it could be totally out in left field but my interpretation..... was that you feel most alive in your dreams, which is why the slow days haunt you and why you are "forced" to wake up. And you prefer the open air and night sky that brings you awe which is why you don't choose walls. And yeah hmm, that's what I got

Windows can be opened and light can shine through them.
Walls are solid and cannot be passed through.
get it
it's a metaphor
get it
yeah

Aaaaaand pretty much what Hazel said. :D




But yeah, dream girl is pretty hawt.

Woohoo! I'm not in left field anymore....or is it right field....whichever is furthest away.....I think they're the same distance....but I forget the actual expression O.o

Too bad she's just a dream hahaha