Rapture

Rapture

A Poem by Birdie go *Tweet Tweet*
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Let's just say, no one understands the real story.

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A dangerous place; a captivating hideaway,
Packed with truths chewed up and spit out.
Mindfields of dreams that never get dreamt,
No one understands the real story,
You said.
Comprehend sadness,
Touch it and breathe it in.
Enveloping empty space to fill holes
From a past revisited.
A dangerous place; a captivating hideaway,
Deep into dreams you sleep
In the sky, baby's breath
On virgin fingers white and clean.
Patterns of love and life in the spaces between,
Universes collide as the star strikes,
Piercing a blade through your heart.
No one understands the real story,
You said.

© 2008 Birdie go *Tweet Tweet*


Author's Note

Birdie go *Tweet Tweet*
An older piece of mine...

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Very nice imagery! Quite an interesting piece, as well.

Keep it up!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That's really good. Great imagery. Very beautiful!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And an absolutely amazing piece it is!

Take care, Alex!
*Ahem*
Birdie, I mean.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great greek gods of the arts! we've got a talented one! heheh. couldn't help my self, but it is true. Keep on keepin' on. two thumbs way , pretty way up. from me at least.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Pretty interesting. I don't know what to say about it, I can't see anything wrong with it. Good job, keep up the good work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 17, 2008

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I am 19. My birthday was July 19th. My friends call me Birdie, but my name is Alex. Call me Birdie. My family is NOT the center of my life, nor is God for that matter. I'm short. My hair is brown.. more..

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