MadHatter
Number of posts : 2780 Age : 34 Location : Floating in the Cereal Bowl of Life. Registration date : 2009-06-03
| Subject: Re: Not a Poem Really... Sun Sep 19, 2010 1:16 am | |
| The metallic taste of your lips subsides as I draw back. I stare now, secretively envious of what you are, at a blank canvas. An empty gaze in your innocent eyes. You are what I could only dream of becoming. Perfect. Though I felt jealous I also feel the sensation of pity for you could never be what I am. Human. I stare now at the face made of metal and machine and the reflection a mortal suffering from sin. | |
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MadHatter
Number of posts : 2780 Age : 34 Location : Floating in the Cereal Bowl of Life. Registration date : 2009-06-03
| Subject: Not a Poem Really... Sun Sep 19, 2010 1:06 am | |
| I stand now on the edge of sanity. Below me the eternal abyss of darkness and silence. Above me the fleeting light of the world I could not understand. The floor beneath my feet begins to splinter and crack. Well before my disgrace the floor had been built of weak and frail glass; my sentence had been fate. In an instant it all shatters. I fall now with thousands of diamonds glittering beside me as if I were lost in the voids of space amongst the stars. Lo and behold the beauty of that which is lost.
((** This is what happens with music that inspires me. P.S. - I don't think I could ever write a poem. I can't make things rhyme for the life of me. **)) | |
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