Imaginary Poem by Brooklyn Sorrow

Imaginary

Rating: 4.8


Wake me up...
My imagination has gone wild...
I can't take this scene,
the horrifying dream.

I think it may have been something I've seen?
No...
I know.
But I can't say it, for my dreams will become worse.

Tears.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Hurt.
Grief.

I live by these words.

Dream.
Happiness.
Laughter.
Family.

All a distant memory.

Blood.
Monsters.
Drowning.
Death.
My sweet suicide.

I've come to live by.
I have grown away from civilization.
Made my own world, that I can escape to.

Imaginary.
My imaginary world.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
a a 29 November 2009

I agree with fay slimm, u have talentand that is using words that hit hard, and keep a reada interested ^.^, very good

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Fay Slimm 29 November 2009

Hi Brooklyn - - or Lyn if you like being called that for short - - I am glad to have read this free, expresive and flowing verse - - you have the confidence to write in short line which I may say is rare - -we poets seem to think in long and somewhat stodgy line length so this is fresh - - and very moving - - keep writing do and also read other poets on P.H. - comment if only a few words and you will see how much interest is maintained in friendship around poetry...... very best wishes for your future poetry - -with a talent like you have Lyn it is sure to out itself many times more..... message me any time if I can be of any help - or just to have a chat...... greetings from Fay in Cornwall U.K.

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Janell Cressman 29 November 2009

what John says is true, I also ask what do you live for, and I will tell you this the family members that are gone and you miss live on inside of you, another really amazing poem! !

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John Knight 29 November 2009

Wow Brooke - This is an amazing poem and a perfect example of MODERN FREE VERSE POETRY - old traditionalists (like me) can learn a lot from it. The structure is so so emotive. It grips - it shocks - it draws you in - it leaves you drained but wanting more. I score it a full TEN. What is my synopsis? Because life is hard in the 21st C we all retreat into a world of dreams and imagination. Everything bad that has happened to us compounds the angst. Nightmares - tears - pain - sorrow - hurt - grief become the norm. Sweet dreams - happiness - laughter and a loving family become a distant memory. What do we see instead of lovliness? : Blood (in every situation) Moonsters (behand every bush) Death (on every corner) SUICIDE seems sweet and the only way out. Is the real world really that bad Brooke - that you need to live in such a horrific imaginary world? Poemhunters is a Family of loving supportive people - we all love you Brooke so read our poems (which often speak of Angels - Love & Joy) and keep writing yours they are mystical and magical. Love you in Poetry - JOHN

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