Only lonely at happy hour
Hot blood curdling in sweet flower
Shaking vibrations ooze from deep core
Soul bound were you for your gaze did bore
Floating folly a lost direction
Future aspirations all undone,
Converse, concave, thoughts unclear,
Ice forming on a burnt out fear
Sugary sweetness is bitter taste
Impatience resides such useless haste,
Mindless depth of malcontented blaze
Writhing suspension within this maze
One soft, one pretty, one fragile smile
Yet tension and sleep can’t save this trial,
Hollow becoming their gentleness
Never outwardly shall I confess
For stealth is a quality so very rare
No matter how clever attentive or fair;
Stirring and seated power does wait
Blurrily contradicting this fate.
Please tell me what you think
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Enlightening
I believe this is the first piece of poetry of yours that I have read. And to be totally honest with you I am quite impressed. The deapth of it astounds me. And given my current situation I felt a lot more from it that I expected. I must say that the imagery used in this quote really set the poem off for me:
"Converse, concave, thoughts unclear,
Ice forming on a burnt out fear"
That was brilliant...and just the first one. So I can't wait to get a hold of the rest of them
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