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It was 11 o'clock as I lay my head down. A familiar sight enters my line of sight and reels me in. There’s no stopping this thing glowing with luminosity. I was a fish in a magical sea of wonder, I resist less. I ease into a state of relaxation. I float and think. Everything turns to a blur, but the thing. The thing in the distance that I have not yet reached. I’ve seen this thing before. I know I have, but never in this way. Never in the superior intensity as I am witnessing it now. Forget the surroundings; it’s time for me to focus in. A familiar scent and an inviting feel: Rachel It’s calling me. Rachel, Rachel. Dare I wake? No. I can’t. There’s no way. A string of guitars appears down below. Colors of purple, green, and light blue. So many to choose from. The grip of the thing loosens and I pick up a Kramer signature, guitar. The guitar gracefully changed colors as I played. The sound was melodic. What a dream. All of a sudden I was sitting in a grassy plain that contained clever and creative humor as melody broke and once again, it began to calling me. Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. The clouds of grey provide an invitation so welcoming. I glance over at the clock while rays of sun danced there way around my room. Floating away to find a gap in the night making the sky crack uncontrollably until the orangey light had faded to the sky. The melody had begun again, sending me falling to bed, keeping the colors alive until morning. The thing calls my name once again, this time making the room blue, green, red the guitar continues to keep the rhythm of the night alive.





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What?! said...
May 19, 2010 at 9:10 am
Ok. The last person is wrong, this is good. I like it. KEEP WRITING!!! 
 
Ilikethisname said...
May 18, 2010 at 8:43 pm
Ok. So here's the deal. Your not the best writer, and it's probably not the best idea to peruse it as a dream. It's a very amateur piece, and obviously not much time was spent on it. Again, I've no means to insult you, just to give honest feedback. The line was very boring, and way to many miss-spells and predictable futures. Like: "The thing calls my name once again" Try rephrasing "The anonymous tone makes my blood run cold."
 
Kevin W. replied...
May 19, 2010 at 7:37 pm
thanks for the comment.  by the way this was for my sisters birthday present, she got a guitar so I wrote her a poem about it.
 
stargrl replied...
Feb. 2, 2011 at 2:20 pm
just sayin' - If you're going to complain about misspelled words, I would spell-check your comment first...
 
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