Calmly I taste the morning ambrosia
Floating lazily upon the air
To which the dew
Would madly make most passionate love
Under soft sheets of smoke.
And as the candy kisses your breath
At thirty degrees fahrenheit,
Trees fill the horizon of lights,
And you say we are all fools here;
We are all fools here.
She gracefully reached into the mailbox,
As twenty thousand arachnids found their new home.
He cried as he watched the man
With only scissors for hands,
Looking down at his own
Feigned blade diligence.
And as he laughed I realized,
Your God would deny me entrance
With flaming swords to guard the land,
For I seem to find delight in both
The beauty of woman and man.
Yet could this be what I am?
My faults inversely extend as far
As I try to extenuate,
And as I pondered this point too,
The cloud bore a face
That told me just to run away.
Do you like cold weather?
Comments
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Lawwwl @ Your Vocab. It Kicks a fair amount of arse.
That's a really gentle poem. As I read it feels like the words are just danceing across my computor screen.
It seems to have two Topics. Your emotions for a specific 'female' and religion. Sounds to me your a bit agnostic or atleast doubtful of "The Beliefe in the one true Power" (To quote deftones) like your unsure that what you have is fate. You believe that you are potentially not worthy of 'gods' pressence where as your partner is, you idealise her as perfect, innocent and hence you are expressing worry that when and if you pass over, she will go through 'those pearly gates' and you will be left behinde. Another connotasion of that is that maybe she is going away somewhere, or should could atleast becouse you feel you are not good enough for her and are worried about being left alone. *Shrugs* Thats just my feelings.
In Stanza four
"He cried as he watched the man
With only scissors for hands,
Looking down at his own
Feigned blade diligence."
You are edward. Alone, afraid, innocent and at the same time becouse you are this outcast god will reject you too.
The only line I disagree with is line 26 "Yet could this be what I am?" ... I think it Kills the rythum a bit. I think you struggled with that. I think I would.
Nice write.
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