Post by Contention on Apr 4, 2007 11:53:30 GMT -5
Hope-
Less-
Ness-
Divide and conquer;
Control.
Ripping,
Dripping,
And Slipping -
Moist and mellow;
Lucid.
Skew
And renew -
Rebuild
And yield.
Into the water,
Into the sky,
Without goodbye.
Drown, drown-
Absent yellow,
None to bellow.
Jealousy -
That’s love.
When the prickly parts -
Make no sense.
No sense at all.
When the bee sting grows
And mother
Has no bandage.
Her kisses -
Ice;
Her stitches -
Pain.
Pain to gain –
Drive insane.
Grinning fierce,
Pen to pierce.
To Crust
And
Rust.
Trust
And
Lust.
Romance -
Two lips,
One tongue.
Two eyes,
One heart.
No obstruction -
No change
To rearrange.
Complete retreat,
From the heat:
Crisp and hollow,
Darkness follow.
Sit and stare
Without a' care;
No love to share -
Anywhere.
Love -
A pair of fangs;
Gleaming
And
Weaning.
Full of birth –
Untold mirth.
Till snap and bite,
They light the night.
Down
Down
And down –
Through the sheet
To meet.
Heavy whicker,
Faintest flicker.
Violet ribbons,
Bluest bows;
Wrap the package
No one knows.
Less-
Ness-
Divide and conquer;
Control.
Ripping,
Dripping,
And Slipping -
Moist and mellow;
Lucid.
Skew
And renew -
Rebuild
And yield.
Into the water,
Into the sky,
Without goodbye.
Drown, drown-
Absent yellow,
None to bellow.
Jealousy -
That’s love.
When the prickly parts -
Make no sense.
No sense at all.
When the bee sting grows
And mother
Has no bandage.
Her kisses -
Ice;
Her stitches -
Pain.
Pain to gain –
Drive insane.
Grinning fierce,
Pen to pierce.
To Crust
And
Rust.
Trust
And
Lust.
Romance -
Two lips,
One tongue.
Two eyes,
One heart.
No obstruction -
No change
To rearrange.
Complete retreat,
From the heat:
Crisp and hollow,
Darkness follow.
Sit and stare
Without a' care;
No love to share -
Anywhere.
Love -
A pair of fangs;
Gleaming
And
Weaning.
Full of birth –
Untold mirth.
Till snap and bite,
They light the night.
Down
Down
And down –
Through the sheet
To meet.
Heavy whicker,
Faintest flicker.
Violet ribbons,
Bluest bows;
Wrap the package
No one knows.
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(Might need to be read aloud. The punctuation is in poem format; so following along with eyes, it might be best to keep an eye for periods and commas. That way it connects in some essence. Don't have to if you don't wish to, just do whatever suits)
This piece, is very random; and comes without any type of actual pressure. It exists, merely because it does. It's not, as abstract as it should be; but it's also not in any true poem format. There are rhymes, though they aren't laid out in any certain type of essence. It's more, free form. So, they appear when they need be. However, they are not the main running form of the piece. In total, this poem was written over a certain action that occured. Yet, that action seems to be dying. So, the emotion for the piece; is completly astray. This poem however, lacks more than just heavily. There are so many talanted writers out there, who could compose themselves in many ways; and always come out. This piece, seems to fail in that area. Either way, if it's hard to follow; there might be some abstract sections.
Simply, the poem is a set of emotions; or ideas. It's more of a ramble, than anything. It starts out, by explaining the thoughts of hopelessness. Something about that word, is appealing; it rolls off the tongue. And, at an age; especially teenage years. So many go through it, or at least, think they do. You know, that though that, "Love hardly exists". Even though, in all manners; it truthfully does and always will. From there, it goes on to describe certain aspects of the feeling. As if, your mind is divided; split into two, and you've been taken over. Controlled by this, depression in your heart. It feels rancid, wet and out of place. The last little area, that explains the water and the yellow; are two different abstract ideas. Symbols at that, for something more than just what they actually show in context, or word format.
Next stanza, seems to go on to describe Jealousy. Something as well, that often goes through many minds. Yet, oddly enough; you can actually fit the word love into Jealousy. In fact, is jealousy love? Is it not, devoting yourself to wanting to be with someone. Sure, it is negative in our society. But, in truth; isn't jealousy the want to be somewhere, and the downfall of your heart if you can't do what you want to with them. Like, an unimportance overwhelms the soul?
Further on, the next stanza goes in to explain the feelings of romance. An odd jump from Jealousy, but it still seems to be made. It explains romance, in many negative areas. Not really showing the best, it seems to be more on the sexual aspects of the relationship. However, it does mention that romance leads you away from stress, or heat of the time. But, in the end; it also takes away your will to give love anywhere else, correctly at least.
The last stanza, on love; should be explanatory. Love, is like being bitten by a snake. It's poison, and it gets under the skin. You can't get rid of it, and it's always going to leave it's mark in some way. Even if it kills you, it still stays; deep within your flesh, and your blood. It controls you, it makes you ill; and only you can tell when things are going awry.
