Apparently I wrote the depressing poem sooner than I thought. I needed to get this out, since I'm feeling extremely depressed right now...
Thanks for reading guys, it's the best support you can give.
Heartfelt and Emotional Intentions Always Result In Childish Neglection
She declared open fire on her condescending reflection,
the mirror of elation reflecting constant admiration;
the catatonic observers in their fiery passion
gave way to her shadow, the constant obliterations
of the hallucinations broken heart;
the instrument of choice was the subtlest needle,
pinpoints to the maximum, oh so fragile and delicate,
the edge of the dagger is inconceivable, yet poisonous to the touch;
Should she try and touch it, skies cast down her severed sinews;
The remnants of a reminiscent battleground,
translucent body mass of mangled emotions,
scars, the wounds that clotted to resemble sculptures;
the vultures of our disruptions and horror.
Impeccable shrieking, yet mute to our ears;
considered almost as conspiracy,
an act oh so deceiving to capture our hearts,
cast them into rapture…
But she speaks bitter truth,
the swirls of empathy which we despise with pure disdain,
the sort of hate you conjure at the cruelest adversary;
the mockery she receives as she whispers what appears to be unseen…
Witchcraft; blasphemy;
murderous and ravenous incantations
from the bottomless abyss of the darkest imagery,
the raven black flames which she was cast into elusively;
Painting gory pictures with blackened fingers;
of the loveless skies she embraced,
accepting as her own,
the autumn cloudy skies bear no patches,
no conclusion to the fog…
just the oh so familiar train of thought, doubt, and frowns…
the long awaited redemptions which we know will never come,
she paces endlessly through the rivers we had forgotten,
through the chilling silences we endured for so long,
with a voice so diminished its echo could drown it out…
but what echo accompanies such a devastated deity?
None left to comfort her, none left to warm her weary body.
For the martyrs have gone and never returned,
never returned to the dying world…
Quickened breaths intensify the trivial moments,
faster, faster, faster, and gone;
Too caught up within the extinguished hours,
the melting time that had washed away;
but none comfort her, none mourn in refrain,
for the mind is empty during summer rains…cleansing your mind, a purification too abstract to comprehend.
robotchicken. Falling In Love With The Board Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 8423
May 31st, 2006 at 10:11pm
I didnt like it o_o
I didnt get it........sorry I...you used alot of big words that for me couldve of been smaller. Not everyone has your mental capacity o_o
Dont mind me...I'll go play video games now...
Zoie Falling In Love With The Board Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6370
And I love that you use a larger vocabulary in your poems. Helps make people smarter, you know? Because if you read it and can't comprehend it, you need to expand your use of words in every day language.
And I love that you use a larger vocabulary in your poems. Helps make people smarter, you know? Because if you read it and can't comprehend it, you need to expand your use of words in every day language.
God, I just out geeked myself.
*pushes glasses up on nose*
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Peter Petrelli King For A Couple Of Days Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 4161
June 1st, 2006 at 05:57am
I loved it
God, I loved it. I loved the first few opening lines Amazing.
Inari King For A Couple Of Days Age: 37 Gender: Female Posts: 2538
Amazing.
