Post by contention on Jan 1, 2006 15:16:56 GMT -5
Snapping,
Back into reality,
The frightful whip does sting;
With a whoosh and a swirl
Cracks back our flaunting world.
Such scornful heave, upon ones conscience
Doth drive the bitter wound in.
And Down,
Down,
Down
Amongst the brimstone dost fall thine palate.
Crackling with the silent whisper,
Like the end of whicker as breath draws false;
That is the demise of this innocence,
And to ashes may it address.
Oh, bewitched Phoenix,
Curdled beast, tender stringed;
If thy eyes gazed amongst humanity,
How thou would surely sickle.
Lost, forgotten, and mishad
Is the apple for a paradise;
For the fruit is the mind,
And such I would savor
Until the very core became brittle.
Yet, for every bite comes closer the cane;
Which alone dost rise
Between the coal and fire,
Where Chastity has seeped.
Fear the notch-tie,
For it hears not near or far;
Deaf it is, to your fruitless squirms,
But see it does, of all thy amber.
And where you ask, doth lie thy comrades?
Gaze not far, kindled sight;
Tis they who clench the holster.
Back into reality,
The frightful whip does sting;
With a whoosh and a swirl
Cracks back our flaunting world.
Such scornful heave, upon ones conscience
Doth drive the bitter wound in.
And Down,
Down,
Down
Amongst the brimstone dost fall thine palate.
Crackling with the silent whisper,
Like the end of whicker as breath draws false;
That is the demise of this innocence,
And to ashes may it address.
Oh, bewitched Phoenix,
Curdled beast, tender stringed;
If thy eyes gazed amongst humanity,
How thou would surely sickle.
Lost, forgotten, and mishad
Is the apple for a paradise;
For the fruit is the mind,
And such I would savor
Until the very core became brittle.
Yet, for every bite comes closer the cane;
Which alone dost rise
Between the coal and fire,
Where Chastity has seeped.
Fear the notch-tie,
For it hears not near or far;
Deaf it is, to your fruitless squirms,
But see it does, of all thy amber.
And where you ask, doth lie thy comrades?
Gaze not far, kindled sight;
Tis they who clench the holster.
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I'm sorry if this poem seems to go off tangent. I've never liked how I try to aquire free verse. I can't do it, but there are so many talanted people out there who grasp it so easy and control it to their very whim. I took a try at it with some thoughts on mind lately. One thing I dislike about this holiday break is how long it last, how you sit for hours doing nothing and merely think. I suppose, it does bring out a lot of anger and a lot to mind. One quetion I've heard before is, "What is reality, and why is it said to hurt". This is just an idea off of that. Reality is like being hit with a whip, and it takes away all of your emotions. The allusion to the Phoenix works off the fact that if it saw humanity it would "Sickle" I meant that in the tone of freeze. The bird is fire and rises from the ashes. If it were to freeze, that would be its death; thats something that seems unheard of. Theres one allusion to "Adam and Eve" with the apple and Paradise being lost. I thought that might be appropriate to fit in with the talks of reality, I'm not one to go into religon though. We lost paradise because of an apple, but paradise is still with us, in our minds. Yet, that can be lost, for the more you hide in the mind, the more bites you take. All horrid things from reality, seem to rise where innocence is lost. It will always strike you, and never stop no matter how hard you try to push it away. The amber allusion refers to such a color, amber can be a darker color. Sometimes reffered to as a brownish, dirty in a way. Dirty is how its used here, though in truth Amber is quite the lovely color. The last line, well, that can be deciphered how you like. I'm sorry that I go over the allusions, I only do that just in case it gets odd. I do hope its a bit alright, I have a major disdain toward this one.