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The most amazing poem I have ever read.
"Every treasured, broken, moment, laid in a heap upon the floor,
no room to lay your head down, no wish to think of more, careless eyes forever watching, coldly neutral, half obscene, faded halos splattered on the walls that glimmer green, rows of buried candles ignite to balls of flame, tongues of fire slither closer, moths rejoicing in your pain. with a dart of quicksilver, scorched air cools to rain, farie squalor clusters closer as the moon begins to wane. reflections swim and slither into shattered glass walls, fear quickens to terror before forgotten footfalls, keen eyes peering gently through a hole in other worlds, ragged time dispersing, a lesson learned of pearls. music deepens to an echo within a forbidden maze something in you pulls away in an ever dreaming daze butterflies to guard you, manatees to barr the way... and dragons and demons to leap toward the fray, lies and obscure murmurs, veils and inward spreading stains, portals thrust, all brutal, open, soft daggers clinging to our bane furies slowly dampened join every ardour bound away... bright whispers in darkness stalk each star killed by the day, each of us follow a different otherway, footprints on clay roadside vibrant breezes play, dust trickling to diamonds, fearless side by side. Shimmer-soft shadows slip close in an unsettling embrace, foul lanterns weighed down by one unthinking olive spray Kites catch on wisps of cloud tails, and we kneel to pray." - Anonymous |
Azilianna, did you write this piece? It's lovely.
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wow this is such a wonderful poem , if you did write it you have a lot of skill ( the poem on the pic is mine I think I need to work on it some more[IMG]http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/b...led1234561.jpg[/IMG]
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No idea, whatsoever.
Take a magic marker and scribble on the walls
Decide to lean blue and fake the fall The sunglasses don’t work in real life Reflective surfaces are just so easily breached A sense of confusion A touch of irony An over lying sense of wtf? It’s a fact of life, An indisputable truth I dislike absolutes, Don’t you? I mean What if the cake isn’t a lie? A metaphorical sense Is nearly just the same A moment of lucidity How far does the rabbit hole go? Quite deep, in terms Of all natural macabre A shifty dance along the sidelines I wonder for those Who take the leap And decide that warm colours are their thing |
Azilianna, I've merged your poetry threads together in our Poetry subforum.
Please remember to post all of your future pieces here. :yes: |
OKay, thanks :)
The first one is written by my best friend, the second one is one I found somewhere... Don't remember exactally where (: |
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