The Icon

by Ares   Dec 7, 2008


Lost in translation,
barely able to speak a word.
from the early morning,
to the evening dark,
I'll be swirling in a pool of loneliness.

lord, let me give you a piece of advice:

if you try to convince me you exist,
this is not the way to go.

Since I've been dreaming about you,
I can't seem to get much sleep.
you look so beautiful, so divine,
even when you're a figment of my imagination.

your imaginary yet naked body,
turn me on and I feel like I'm just a kid again.
and all my troubles seem to go away.

Since I've been dreaming about you,
it kind of feels like you love me too.
because dear, when I dream about you...
nothing which can be comprehended as normal,
seem to mean anything.

fantasy has finally become reality.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gabba Gabba Hey

    This poem is pretty sweet :D It's got a very light, but somehow nervous feeling.
    fifth stanza 'turns' instead of 'turn'
    sixth: 'seems' instead of 'seem' silly English things, still good though :D
    'your imaginary yet naked body' sounds kind of funny to me, I can't place what though.
    This would make a great song :D

    'lord, let me give you a piece of advice:

    if you try to convince me you exist,
    this is not the way to go.'

    I absolutely LOVE this line, being the philosopher that I am :D

    I love the first set of them to, I think those ones are the best.
    The ending deserves the title, and I lvoes this :D

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