A Poem by Night Edge

Fame is a dream.
It’s trans-global youth,
In the night
Someone realized
While discussing the truth:

Means nothing.
In absolution
Rest easy.
Cause the hero always wins
No matter how cheesy.

If sounding at risk,
Then the risk takes a fall.
On the wayside,
The sky side,
Everybody feels small.

Back in contingents,
A song and a price.
Blood budgets
Everything and
Everything ain’t nice.

Surprise, hypno guy
Has a packaging car.
The driver drove
Under the stars.

Align with the brightest,
The wanna will shame.
This heart broken
Body all used up
By fame.

© 2010 Night Edge

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I really enjoyed this poem.
I especially liked the rhyme scheme and the rhythm of the poem was perfectly crafted. It flowed together very nicely.
I liked the topic as well, and great word choice.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Yeah fame is a double edged sword, just like the pen my dear NE. I enjoyed the tuneful sounds of the verse, a REAL look at life some yearn for. Personally I would rather be infamous!lol

winking at you


Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on May 13, 2010
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Night Edge
Night Edge

Portland, OR

Night Edge is my superhero name. Don't ask. I'm quite confident in my awesomeness although some people might disagree. I enjoy writing. It's my life blood. I'm not shy about anything. But I'm almo.. more..

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