A song

• Artist: WereSquishy
• Description: K first off I'm not good at poetry. Hence, don't expect any rhyme or symmetry.
• Date: 02/22/2009
• Tags: song hate soft dream wolf

A gift for all eternity, wrapped in the porcelain glimmering, shining aspirations.
The eyes of her pierce thoughts asunder subtly yet strongly.
Glistening in a dark universe, where no others may grow to be her, to replace her.
She is the only one who grows, she is the only one who is seen, she is radiance, simply put.
A beauty, a goddess, cherished porcelain, a chapel of angels that drive you towards their siren calls, towards a light untouched and unimaginable.

And unattainable.

For she is life, for she is the emotion that eluded you for you had no sense of it till now. Obsession, for her very being. Obsession for a smile that transcends the heavens and ones that make the Old One cry softly. From each step she takes and all her smiles to a soul who's essence lifts all around her.

And as she walks through and through, all the steps are followed, and as she smiles, her face lifts the darkest of isolation. Among the flowers that have dimmed from sight long, long ago, she stands tall and firm, capturing the room without trying.

Then it hurts.

For her brilliance did not make you a better man, but only more confused and a bit more insane. Because to confront her would harm her, you forget, you choke, you crash and burn right infront of her, damaging what she may see in you, or just proving you were never meant to be next to her in the first place.

When you awake from a world full of walls built for mere amounts of isolation in a world crafted by flesh, to protect your mind from the walking corpses, and you were awoken by emotions that strike all at once to a hollowed shell with no beginning nor end, you simply become mortal. Only for her, must your emotions shed blood tears. And only for her, must you feel anything at all. She has made you mortal among all your dreams and illusions you chose to inhale like heroine. You must carry the pain of emotions you knocked from your mind before. As your chest feels spastic and unrest.

She has not made me a better man, but merely confused, obsessed, and memorized.

Comments

[Jaseur]

This is absolutely stunning. I can't remember the last time I read anything that hit me this way. My abject search for talent has acquired a new hope. Thank you. =]

[WereSquishy]

Thank you, I admire and respect you as a good poet, well great one... so really this is a honor!

[_Roooose_]

Perfect.
Poetic imagery at its best.
As Ageiss said, the only thing I can say negetivly about this is the structure...
But overall its wonderful. ;D

[WereSquishy]

Heheh, I'm not that great at organizing words into poetry. Thank you for your opinion.

[Ageiss]

This reads more like a monologue than a song or poem. It's a nice piece of work, but I wouldn't call it poetry. Nice images smile

[WereSquishy]

Thank you!

[StrawberrySnuffles]

Beautiful work. I got tears in my eyes! Really! ;_;