Slit, slat, sloosh, splash
Knock, drop, pit, patter,
Let the swollen turn to ash
Enchantment wiped away,
Comfort began to fray
You thought you've found it
But once color turned to gray
And nothing seemed the way
You thought is was supposed to be,
The last apple has rotted
In the last apple orchid
The moon no longer shines
And the stars go into hiding
The desire no longer defined
Quite a battle you're fighting
Quite a number have died
But not as many have existed,
Were
Was
Never has ever been
Hiss, miss, whizz, frisk
Swoosh, suck, zring, fring
Hollow cries of nothingness
Noticing you're just like everyone else...
Author notes
The beat of the peom is really hard to get unless, you of course, are me. So very sorry. =o
Written October 1st, 2005
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Well, i figure, if the beat's only in your head, i'll just keep reading it 'til i get a beat in my head too, and maybe its the same as yours, most likely it's not, but oh well, we deal. I agree, it flowed and just had this...feeling about it, one of those things you can't really put your finger on, but it remains there all the same. I thought it was lovely. *~IB~*
ps. thanx for your comments and applause, they're always appreciated, glad you liked. -
Its very well done, none the less. Flowed nicely and is well written and as long as you the writer understand it it flies.
And dont be sorry for anything you write. If it comes from your heart its all good.
Peace
*Lust*
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