Really well done, I like it a lot.

Haha, Yes, but my new title post mabobber is also archived for all eternity... "Man in my dream" could merely be a subject, while "Rant to a Dream Man" is the real working title.



Also, thank you very much MsTeddyBear2u, you always have something nice to say.

I think I want to re-title this...

"Rant to a Dream Man"

Partly inspired by my own prompt in the inspiration thread, and partly inspired by my dreams.



Again you return to me?
Only for your face to be forgotten again, no doubt.
Why does the sun's light so clog my memories of you?
I know vaugaries.
Dark hair, kind face, and a beautiful soul.
But, brown eyes or green eyes or blue eyes
the details escape me.
Do you taunt me good sir?
To be so kind as to give me directions
through the maze of my own dreams,
yet you cannot bear to be with me in daylight?
Will I ever meet you?
You, who have captivated my mind and soul,
the one I wake yearning to know?
Your name changes sometimes,
but always you come back to me,
when I least expect it,
something rare these days...
do you fear that someday, some detail will stick with me?
That I'll pick you out of a crowd,
and you'll have to fullfill those things
you whispered to me in the depths of dreams?

... Do you dream of me?
Have I captured your mind,
as much as you have ensared mine?
Will there ever be a time, I'll remember your responses?
I don't know.

But...
Here you are in front of me again,
so close,
so far.
At least my soul feels near to you...
Let us wander 'cross the beaches of my dreamscape
you and I.

My perpective retreats,
and I see you there,
in perfect detail, which I try to capture,
like capturing smoke in a butterfly net,
... I start to forget,
and you walk away smiling...
Walking barefoot through my dreams again.

As I say so often, and yet, not often enough "Merci Buckets" or Thanks. You guys are great.

I decided I wanted to rhyme for a change.


Cold breezes stir through my empty head,
This chattering has drained it,
and left it for dead.
But clean air sweeps my dreams awake,
I silently listen,
"what path should I take?"
The oak rustles "left,"
and the elm whispers "right"
And I listen intently,
for advice from the night.
The stars twinkle softly,
too quiet to hear,
and the moon looms upward,
as the trees start to cheer.
"Mother moon, teach me please,
how did you learn your place
with such ease?"
She chuckled softly,
a matronly sound,
she smiled brigtly,
and shone all around,
but heavenly advice
was not to be found.
She smiled politely,
every beam in it's place,
the sun's bright light,
reflected from her face.
I sighed and was quiet,
I gave up the chase,
When I heard a "ba-thoomp" sound
that seemed out of place.
I listened intently
and heard it again,
I pondered a moment,
and suddenly then,
I finally understood.
The beat of my heart,
was muffled by the world,
The bustle about me,
Of life as it unfurled.
I'd forgoten to listen
To myself for a turn,
I sigh very softly,
maybe someday I'll learn.

Theater of dreams,
are you entertainment,
or is there some moral I should absorb?
So many characters to this play,
and I am not always the star.
I often wonder,
How many people of dreams,
could I find real faces for in the world?
Could each minds-eye minion
correspond to real flesh?
Sometimes I wish it were true,
I find someone I care so much about,
only to wake with an ache of loss.
Sometimes I pray it isn't,
dream stalkers whispering covert threats.
People I care about with twisted ideas,
strange situations
leading to incomprehensable dialogue.
What can my dreamland hold in store,
I never know,
it's always a surprise,
but, for good or ill,
I'll always bravely venture
back into that uncharted realm.
My curiosity it seems,
would rival that of any cat,
and what more curious a place could I wander,
than my own deep-hidden mind.

Thanks guys. It's always a confidence booster to hear good things about my poetry. Next year I'm taking a class on writing poetry, and I'm not entirely sure what my reviews will be there, so I'll soak up the compliments here while I can! Thanks!

The building had one window slightly open
as if looking at me blearily
wakened from some deep slumber.
A cool breeze snuck along my arms
caressed my neck,
and sent shudders down my spine.
Here is where I watch the world,
sitting on a bench unique,
different from the others,
much like myself.
Cars go by, some loud, some not.
People go bye,
some smile and wave,
some colder than this last lazy hint of winter.
I tilt my head in thought,
listening to the world.
Thrum of tires,
whisper of branches,
murmur of voices,
beat of my own heart,
and this beautiful lyrical love fills my heart.
And I can't help but sigh.
I look at this lazy lusious world,
and let an impish grin play on my face.
I feel strangely serene,
though the wind seems to blow energy through my soul.
I listen to the organic mechanics of the world,
and let my own cogs become part of the machine.
At one with my life for once,
my thoughts flow like peaceful streams
babbling incoherently,
but soothing none the less.
Finally, on this pleasant bench,
I am at rest.

nice

"And he wanderd barefoot across her dreams..."


Have fun with that

keeping myself sane
by going crazy
stopping the pain
as the world gets hazy
sinking in a puddle of doubt
that I'll ever find a way to get out.

Staying alive?
Or scholarly lies?
words on a page,
just words on a page.
as my life comes crumbing down
I sit and smile like a damnable clown.

Oh circling back,
in retrospect,
I find I lack
all self-respect.
In my own game I am a pawn,
something to play with and then I'm gone.

Moments go by,
they're all I need,
whatch them smiling by
at breakneck speed,
How do they know where they're going?
I don't. and my seeds of discord are growing.

I'm going crazy again,
spending money on push-pops
drawing cartoons again,
but soon when the ball drops
I'll keep circling back,
and circling back,
a damnable spiral,
like coin slots of yesteryear.

Go right ahead!

Oh I'm sliding again,
but up or down, I can't be sure.
So many doors to open,
so few keys left unbroken.

My calling hasn't called yet,
it lost my number I guess,
but I guess it's better
than it drunk dialing me again.

So many needs block the way of my wants,
and do many wants cause distraction to needs.
Such a silly thing to ask for,
a bubble machine.

Ah, my 39 cent therapy,
a bottle of joy.
Spheres of rainbow floating merrily,
a pleasant distraction.

Thoughts are a menace,
my brain is the enemy,
causing my pain in reminders,
but refusing to spill forth the words I need.

Where am I going?
Lost in a forest of ineptitude,
Hope shines so brightly
only to be a distracting toy.

I'm sliding again,
the walls of the well close in with my thoughts,
but the jubilance of bubbles
keeps me afloat for a while.

So, has anyone bought the 90 minute addition from xbox live? I haven't seen any of it but supposedly it introduces a new race or something.

Also, what have you all heard about the next installment? I've heard that you'll get to keep your character, so I'm wondering what that'll mean for those who have played through the game a few times and have really uber characters. Also, apparently the romance subplots are supposed to continue. All in all, I'll probably have to buy my own xbox just to keep playing.

Okay, this is a favorite word of mine, just because I like the almost crunchy way it sounds
"crepuscular" (which means occuring at twilight)

RESURECTION!


WAFFLE DOOM!


Speedos are scary.

Awww... nice... "wholesome lovers lie" is just such a good line

Stagnation.





... also, for you wisecrackers, I do not mean a nation of stags... though that would be kinda funny.

Hehehehe... so many opportunities for double entendres... I really think I will update it... I just haven't figured out how to work out the rest of it without ruining the fantasmagoricalness