Like a Dream

There was so much beauty and sadness felt in this poem, and I am so lucky I stopped by to read it before logging off for the night. Everything about this poem is beautiful in my eyes.....I love the way you express your voice in such honesty and with such clear ideas that maybe cross a person's mind, but never stay. What I loved about this poem is that you created a new image for me, the image of looking at a traffic light and connecting it with your own heart, being so openly vulnerable and broken that you want to just stop right there, whether middle of the street or not. It was heartbreaking reading those middle stanzas, the pain, the mystery of where that pain came from specifically, but knowing that this reality is hurting you.

The title was neat- especially how it related to this mystery lady, gorgeous with blue eyes that you looked upon, and how your words go back to that truth that I do believe people will not want to dream in sleep anymore if reality is truly that good.

Inspiring, emotional, and really thought-provoking. How many times do we look at other people passing us or crossing the street and look beyond their face, their demise? What story of struggle to they hide underneath or even show?

Well-thought out, keep writing, enjoyed it a lot :]

Liz,
This is a deep piece. It moved me alot. I like how you made the poem relateable and easy to connect with. You know how to speak to the readers heart.

Each stanza was put together well but the following stanza really court my eye and made the poem for me

"I will stop dreaming
when my reality
becomes better than
the life I'm living in
my sleep."

Your words are so honest that everyone can relate as we all have our dream worls and want to make them a reality.

5/5

Liz-

This poem holds great depth and meaning. The title is a realistic title, and it invites the reader to want to read...

You have created such beauty and sadness within the stanzas... I was drawn to the passion that you write within each line.. Your heart felt nature can be felt...

"
I could feel the lump in
my throat and my eyes
were swelling with tears
of sadness. I was screaming
on the inside and invisible
on the out."

^^^ this stanza here really got to me. This is why you are one of my favorite writers. Your word display and visual greatness allowed me to see you standing there crying.. :-( and at this point I wanted to hug you-

well done Liz-

Beautiful piece you have here, Liz. I haven't read any of your pieces yet :( I'm guilty. I'm slacking...I'm sorry.

"I will stop dreaming
when my reality
becomes better than
the life I'm living in
my sleep"

^ I really like your intro here. I can relate to this really well, because I have often come to the conclusion that my dreams are way better than my reality.

The second stanza is also perfection. This is my favorite line="red lights looked like my bleeding heart." Beautiful line right there. This one line here is filled with so much emotion, to me, that my heart bleeds from just reading it. Beautiful.

"I could feel the lump in
my throat and my eyes
were swelling with tears
of sadness. I was screaming
on the inside and invisible
on the out"

^This however, is where the truck load of emotion comes in. "I could feel the lump in my throat and my eyes swell with tears" - another beautiful line(s). Everyone can relate to this, I imagine. "I was screaming on the inside and invisible on the out" - my word! Another beautiful line(s). Sorry I keep on saying beautiful in this comment, but it is. I love this poem. I can feel the lump in my throat from memories and the burning of the tears at the back of my eyes. Screaming inside until you are so exhausted...

"It made me wonder,
how many other people
do we walk past every day,
and speak to without knowing
what they are struggling with,
without knowing what pain
they are trying to hide."

^ You will never know. Almost everyone has insecurities, low self-esteem at times, and doubt that they are going to succeed in life. Even this woman

I met this lovely woman
and she was beautiful. Her
eyes were blue like Vanuatu
waters and I felt like swimming
in them. I then thought what
would it be to look like that

Probably has some. Pain, in the end, is what makes us feel for others. The consequences - good or bad - is what makes us human. I get the message completely throughout this poem, and I am glad that you decided to share it with us.

Beautiful/excellent poem, Liz.
5/5

Mind blowing poem for me, I understand some of your emotions and the power here is vivid