Ok, so this is a poem I wrote for an assignment in my English class. We were supposed to make a poem, mimicking the style that Sandra Cisneros uses in her poem "Abeulito Who" (heads up, she doesn't like punctuation very much!Read Abeulito before you read mine please!). I truly couldn't come up with one single person to write about (I love my family and my buddies, *I was actually thinking about writng about Cosmic Bullet but then I couldn't come up with any words.(mymind was drawing a blank -_-')* So instead I winged it and wrote it about my impression of a soul. And here it is! biggrin
"A Soul Who"
A Soul who smiles like somber stars
and dances with the rain
who is snowflakes and feathers
the only verse in an eternal sonata
whose eyes are dust from dewdrops
she is so brilliantly simplistic
who views life through broken mirrors
and believes hearts are made of glass
whose wings yet radiant are still immature
she will never fly
who gazes through holes of a dwindling heart
and dreams of forever and always
she is fleeting beauty
who is a ghost that haunts like melancholy mornings
is the promise of spring
who never asks for anything
is praying they will not forget her
who whispers nothing lasts forever
is a clear view on a twilights day and a blue cloud within a sea of gray
who sighs like songs beside her window sills
a beautiful disaster
is the silver moon that glistens for the castles in the sky
smiling with the many stars
she dances in the rain
so yeah, that was it. I just figured I'd post it mainly because it is one of the few things I'm actually proud of and I'm pretty bored right now. So Thank You for reading and have a pleasant rest of the day! No one gonna read this :/ mrgreen
"A Soul Who"
A Soul who smiles like somber stars
and dances with the rain
who is snowflakes and feathers
the only verse in an eternal sonata
whose eyes are dust from dewdrops
she is so brilliantly simplistic
who views life through broken mirrors
and believes hearts are made of glass
whose wings yet radiant are still immature
she will never fly
who gazes through holes of a dwindling heart
and dreams of forever and always
she is fleeting beauty
who is a ghost that haunts like melancholy mornings
is the promise of spring
who never asks for anything
is praying they will not forget her
who whispers nothing lasts forever
is a clear view on a twilights day and a blue cloud within a sea of gray
who sighs like songs beside her window sills
a beautiful disaster
is the silver moon that glistens for the castles in the sky
smiling with the many stars
she dances in the rain
so yeah, that was it. I just figured I'd post it mainly because it is one of the few things I'm actually proud of and I'm pretty bored right now. So Thank You for reading and have a pleasant rest of the day! No one gonna read this :/ mrgreen
