the other side

the other side

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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06/2011 (published in Poets of Blood volume 2)

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darkness is traded away for a time
a night full of electricity and animation
a way for the hollows to stir their weariness 
sights and sounds blast into the atmosphere 
                                  
                     lights pulsate across this sea of specters
                     hell bent on the verge of becoming undone
                     stimulation awakens muddled sensations
                     marked up faces brighten upon rapture 
                            
I dance for the relief in the moment
reveling in the exemption of your horror
treacherous scars tell the detrimental tale
losing myself in this crowd of flesh  

                     maybe tonight surrender is in order 
                     letting the weight of vehemence lift  
                     perhaps providence will loosen her
                     grasp on the direction our feet take us                                                           

© 2014 joshua deathdealer


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second stanza lose the (s) on "pulsates" it interrupts your flow other than that your flow and imagery is spot on along with the direction of where you led this poem you touched without reaching, you as the writer became a magnet that drew your reader in.

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Enjoyed it... flowed nicely, good form and well kewl :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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The left me in a "trance".. pulsating one every word, my mind danced from one stanza to the next..
Cool write!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Cool I like it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, a cool poem, great write:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Another great poem. Must be one of your best.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A long time since I experienced these feelings but the memories of awash in a sea of dancing forms is always present, you capture the release of inhabitions perfectly. Here's to never feeling trapped when the music sets you free. Keep em' coming

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Favourite line...a way for the hollows to stir their weariness. I can't say much about raves, I'm way past that age, sounds loud ha ha...there is a lot in this poem to think about...you did a good job. Well done...now don't go to anymore...find a nice girl and settle down! ha ha. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Excellent. The poem is throbbing with energy using fitting, descriptive images. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Lovely. Raving in clubs is always fun. I think you did a good job on describing how easily you can lose yourself when it comes to dancing in a crowd at clubs.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This poem is quite...how do I put it...its moving. As soon as I started reading the first stanza, I was like "Wow!"

"lights pulsate across this sea of specters
hell bent on the verge of becoming undone
stimulation awakens muddled sensations
marked up faces brighten upon rapture "

This was my favorite stanza from the whole poem since its adding a flow to what you're trying to say to readers. To let it consume you so it can guide you wherever it needs to be. Just having fun and doing nothing stupid, hearing the booming of music in the background doesn't harm at all.


Posted 12 Years Ago


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Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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