Do you think of storms, beneath your chest,
when embroidered stars depict your name?
Do you dream of death, lapping your skin,
when jasmine breath strokes your spirit?
Do you drink in tears, bitter syrop on your lips,
when music unlaces your corset-strung heart?
Why in the world would you clutch to despair,
silent inner demise, when fortune stradles your locks?
It's pitiful how you cower in youth, terrified to live,
istead of embracing the current, bright shades of love...
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another amazing write....who is that mask man behind the pen!!!
I love the line....."bright shades of love"...beautiful...
smiles
Many blessings
~A~
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Me is nobody that interesting. I just have my moments. A writer told me that I have the soul to write a screenplay. Really weird.
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Words that connect with the title in strong parallels. Physicalities are placed side-by-side
with abstract "fears" shown in elements such
as jasmine, storms, and stars.
And the final couplet seems to place judgement,
seems to heckle as the questioner still gains no
comprehension of such a weak attribute.
There is no empathy here, just a verbal shaking
as if that should change one's outlook.
Here we have someone that speaks of love but
refuses to show it, only preaches it.
This keeps the read dark and gives the following view between the lines: "We are quick to point-
out the negatives but then stand aside without
the will to help." Blue
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Exactly. What I was trying to represent is more of a subconscious human tendency and in its essence I tried to encompass it all. It is to be viewed that in many social circles people think of themselves of superior to others if they can spot others' faults. Of course it goes both ways to shake people, who waste their lives not persuing their dreams.
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