Angel of my Nightmare
By Justin Borer
My eyes are closed
My soul has been cast into the shadows
My eyes reopen to find forgoten bliss
My soul slips deeper into the abyss
I look around
My soul is not found
I look over my shoulder
Paranoia made me grow colder
Where has my soul gone
Lost in the shadows; he never coming dawn
No one knows the real me
My true soul not even I see
My facade covers my true face
Behind this sheild my mind will race
No one can see past this mask
There is nothing so it is an impossible task
Then my mask is cracked by a beam of light
My soul is relased from this never ending night
Through the light a figure appears
I feel so happy I’m brought to tears
This sight is what I’ve given up looking for
At this time I couldn’t have needed it more
I reach out my hand for her to embrace
so she cna take me away from this place
This angel does not take my hand
Why did she come here without a demand
Maybe she has come to torment me like the others
She’ll just abandon me like my sisters and brothers
I begin to lower my hand and my head
Tears of pain run down as I wish to be dead
She then brushes my fingers and lifts my chin
This act sparks a fire and a feeling from within
She grabs my hand and she looks in my eyes
This feelingI get takes my by complete surprise
She lifts me up closer to her and the light
Warmth surges and my mind ceases to fight
Then she pulls me close and locks me in a warm embrace
My heart is then broken free from its frozen case
My old life I shall never miss
Even before she gave me a tender kiss
I’m glad I found someone so beautiful and fair
She’s the angel that saved me from my nightmare














Comments
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"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity - and I'm not so sure about the universe" ~ Albert Einstein
>Mit deem Leben ist es wie mit dem Brot - es wird hart, wenn man es nicht genießt<
This poem is amazing! Those 2 hours sure did pay off. You went from despair to happiness and acceptance in one poem in which shows me you're a great writer! I sure do like your style of writing, it is one I might just model in my next poem hmm
But what I can say is that the time span for that poem compared to my life In 2 hours I wrote an account of my life for the past 6 years there maybe a few bumps in the road to true happiness but I'm willing to work through them ^^ I know the final destination will be a beautiful one
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To the World you are one person, but to one person you are the world
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My older brothers wouldn't let me play Twister when they played....so I put some Vasiline on the colored circles........Left leg BROKEN!!!!
*Sigh * I haven't posted anything in far too long, but my life has been so insane...
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"Everyone is a dream weaver, but some have more material then others, and some people have a broken sewing machine." ---Me
I think in some ways this has improved a lot from previous poems I've read, but it still has some of the little kinks to be worked out.
The symbolism is pretty good for the most part, but some of it is a little cliche, and some of the rhyming seems forced. To help get rid of the feeling of forced rhyming, make sure that (1) your syllable count is perfectly even between the two rhyming lines, and (2) make sure it is something that you would say in everyday life. If you say it to yourself and it sounds kinda goofy or unrealistic, then it will sound forced, like you really tried hard to find a word and had to settle for something. The beauty of rhyming comes from the feeling it invokes... a lyrical quality. But the lyrical quality is broken up a bit if the person is still thinking about why that rhyme sounded funny, or how they're supposed to read those lines together.
rhyming also helps flow, but I found in this that it didn't flow as much as it could have... I think that might have to do with the couplets. Couplets are great in small amounts like one at the end of a sonnet (Shakespeare) and such. They sort of sum things up. But this has so many that they all sort of sum things up... and that's a lot of summing up... hence the break in flow each time.
Perhaps it would help to put them together into stanzas of 4 lines each. that would create an AABB rhyme scheme. Though really an ABAB rhyme scheme would be best for not sounding forced, or better yet, an ABCB rhyme scheme. That way you can have a mix of flowery writing, and writing for rhymes. It's hard to make good metaphors and personification and such when you're concerned with rhyming and keeping syllables perfectly the same. Plus rhyming is best in small doses... a little goes a long way. That way the person isn't really thinking about the rhyme, they're thinking about the poem and how well their tongue flows from one line to the next. They're concentrating on the meaning and depth of it all.
You may also want to try non-rhyming poetry... The first 2 lines of that 4line stanza in the beginning didn't really rhyme and they sounded excellent
Other than the rhyming, everything else is pretty perfect...
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Donate 20 grains of rice playing a word game... it's addictive
"Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much." -Blaise Pascal.
I can try to do that but I guess it is hard for me seeing as I have been so used to my ways of writing poetry
your help shall not go to waste ^^
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To the World you are one person, but to one person you are the world
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My older brothers wouldn't let me play Twister when they played....so I put some Vasiline on the colored circles........Left leg BROKEN!!!!
Tis ok I liek jsut being able to talk to you ^^ I wouldn't care if you didn;t submit anything at all ^^
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To the World you are one person, but to one person you are the world
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My older brothers wouldn't let me play Twister when they played....so I put some Vasiline on the colored circles........Left leg BROKEN!!!!
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To the World you are one person, but to one person you are the world
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My older brothers wouldn't let me play Twister when they played....so I put some Vasiline on the colored circles........Left leg BROKEN!!!!
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