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My world


In my world Deuces isn't recognized...let the moon pour in to my life

I step out of the shower,

the pitter patter of rain drops fall on the ground,
the pitter patter of rain dribbles down my slopes,

I wonder what life has brought,
The daunting thought of taking another step,

My world is shaking and wobbling like the world is ending,
My world is shaking and sweating like global warming,

The memories are clouds like an overhead sun,
I look to the dry dam,

It stares back with memories of what my world used to be like,
It stares back filled with more than a hundred thoughts of wanting,

The sexual pleasure that fed the soil,
I’ve tried to escape the feeling of desire,

Most of all, the world reconstructs itself and its citizens move house,
Most of all, its frightening to think my world faces a trade off,

Only one can be chosen, lust or extinction?
I stroke the hardening earth,

Feels like ages since Its been watered and cared for,
Feels like jealousy and hunger mixed into one,

Why do the other planets have and i don’t?
The songs in my head are move on and you’ll be fine,

I positively take actions like the leader of a short island,
I negatively scream that I expect results,

The most I can do is build a new city,
I build my city and its full of great wonders,

There’s control, motivation, determination and pain,
There’s over-control, fear, anger and insanity of the mind,

The mayor of my city is my heart,
I walk three steps in the snow,

The guy holding his girl by the shoulder frightens and thrills me,
The guy holding his girl moves me and tempts me to limits,

The world is under attack!
Bring yourself to composure and don’t care,

Nick said I should’nt care because it’s not worth caring about,
He said its not going to hurt, lets make birds fly and grass green,

Pouring myself into something, using a jug,
I click three buttons,

Technology is famous all over the world,
Technology allows us to connect to the most perverse things ever,

Technology is better than manmade rivers..
Brilliant white light is that you calling?

I walk into the light waiting to greet it and pick a letter,
The mail always comes in but never stays for long in the world,

Constitution of my soul revived and inspired,
By bright lights of the holy spirit,
Building the castles now,

Cold chill freezing the beauty all around,
Cold chill hiding the sweetest girl around,

Animals in hibernation and waiting to eat,
The food of my eyes yet to be harvested,

Patience is important in forming beautiful cities,
Lets not let the old pipes burst under with impatience,

Closing the gates and using my hands,
Building this city with nothing but a plan,

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About Dramasque Diva

Hi I'm Dramasque Diva. My blog is all about what is in my head. My blog name is Dramastrois after the 3 personalities I assume on a daily basis. Dramasque's 3(trois is french for 3). I usually write really random stuff, some of those include poems, stories, sex stories even.. lol. I have a combination of stuff on my blog. so by all means, come and check it out if you're interested n what goes on in my head!!

8 responses to “My world

  1. Jingle

    Hello,

    I inserted your link at entry 166, which is originally my 3rd entry, this is okay and thanks for contributing to potluck week 20…

    look at the side bar at my blog, click on the Jingle Poetry image, you will be transformed to the blog, then scroll down to find the potluck post, visit some poets to get more feedback on yours.
    Cheers.

    rich texture and lovely piece.
    cheers.

  2. Scent of my heart ⋅

    That sounds like a good city you want to build … Enjoyed the bricks you planned it with!

    • Thank you Blaga! You have been such a dedicated follower of my blog and I cherish your online friendship. I will continue to perfect and learn more from my world. đŸ™‚

  3. Scent of my heart ⋅

    Greetings! How are you?

    I am Blaga, Community Consultant Assistant from Jingle Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    You are welcome to join us this Sunday for our Monday Poetry Potluck Week 21, we are open 8pm, American Central, will remain open for 72 hours,

    First time participant is encouraged to share 1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.

    Sign in to follow our blog if you can!

    Week 21 Theme: Aims, Goals, and Ambitions

    xoxox

  4. belladonna23 ⋅

    wonderful. you simply absorbed me in this piece. I’m defiantly going to subscribe to this blog (:
    here’s some of my really old pieces (to fit the theme, but please also bare in mind that some of these i wrote years ago):
    http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/08/05/the-rain-comes-but-the-river-runs-dry/
    http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/the-question/
    http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/07/11/the-burning-eternal/

  5. trisha

    very well written piece. you crafted it beautifully- the pain, fear and the yearnings.

    trisha
    http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2011/02/07/free-soul-7th-feb-2011/

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