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Array ( [sid] => 15516 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Psyche [time] => 2003-04-04 00:05:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => She walks confidently towards the window,
Opening it, catching abundant rays of light,
Drapes pushed aside, into her mind they flow,
She spins, twirls, unfurls from her height,
Whilst in her mind the seeds of inspiration grow,
Into dew-laden plants with flowers neon-bright.

He sleeps unknowingly, his thoughts drip,
From his dormant brain where they did lie,
Into the chasm of despair, they never slip,
Away from him, for he will always try,
Upon unconsciousness not to lose his grip,
Through his dim dream he begins to cry.

Into her psychedelic garden a stranger creeps,
Spewing forth into the air venomous gases,
Unlocking all of the secrets that she keeps,
Suppressing and oppressing the masses,
Shouting, screaming, shrieking, no one sleeps,
Turning lovely flowers into heaps of ashes.

Coinciding with an instant luminous flash,
His thoughts are reconstructed and restored,
Within his gentle mind like a sinuous splash,
The days are gone when he was bored,
And amidst such a loud subconscious clash,
Two individuals become transformed.
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Psyche

Contributed by Contralogicus on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



She walks confidently towards the window,
Opening it, catching abundant rays of light,
Drapes pushed aside, into her mind they flow,
She spins, twirls, unfurls from her height,
Whilst in her mind the seeds of inspiration grow,
Into dew-laden plants with flowers neon-bright.

He sleeps unknowingly, his thoughts drip,
From his dormant brain where they did lie,
Into the chasm of despair, they never slip,
Away from him, for he will always try,
Upon unconsciousness not to lose his grip,
Through his dim dream he begins to cry.

Into her psychedelic garden a stranger creeps,
Spewing forth into the air venomous gases,
Unlocking all of the secrets that she keeps,
Suppressing and oppressing the masses,
Shouting, screaming, shrieking, no one sleeps,
Turning lovely flowers into heaps of ashes.

Coinciding with an instant luminous flash,
His thoughts are reconstructed and restored,
Within his gentle mind like a sinuous splash,
The days are gone when he was bored,
And amidst such a loud subconscious clash,
Two individuals become transformed.




Copyright © Contralogicus ... [ 2003-04-04 00:05:00]
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Re: Psyche (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-Cry on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 01:50:55 PM AEST
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this is such a wonderful poem!!!!!!!!i love it love it LOVE IT!


Re: Psyche (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 10:00:35 PM AEST
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you are an excellent writer and it is always a pleasure to read your poems, you should consider making a compilation.


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by Former_Member on Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 10:09:25 PM AEST
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oh yeah i forgot to tell you, i would have to say this is one of my favourite poems. The imagery is fantastic and it seems to be writen with more feeling than your other poems.


Re: Psyche (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Sunday, 6th April 2003 @ 03:03:27 PM AEST
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this has got to be one of the best i've ever read on here. fantastic imagery, depth, clarity - proof of a truly talented poet at work. always a pleasure to read your poetry, you should definitely attempt publication. Kate x




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