Metal, acid, ice and fire,
Sugar, steel, a churning pyre,
Words, across, to the town crier,
Lier, lier, die desire.
Wringing fingers, woven hands,
Cup tears that fall like camber sands,
The heart drums butterflies in bands,
With broken wings and cold commands.
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This is the first poem I remember writing and it is also one of my favourite out of the ones I've written so I want to share it with you all :). Summer kisses. And winter misses.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
I want to be,. In a patchwork sea,. Where every shade is different,. All labeled for me,. Cotton softly lapping,. Purple, blue and green,. In patches held together,. Sewn tight at the seams,.
I've got a primrose in my pocket,. And a head full of dreams,. Yet my heart is full of sorrow,. And it's bursting at the seams,. There's a crystal rose pinned to my chest,. Right above my heart,.
Apples on a tree, Can't you see, What this friendship means to me. Pears in a pie, My oh my, This bad weather makes me sigh. Lemons and limes, Such hard times, Everyone toeing the line.
Call the cries Whisper... Screams.. The fog of sighs drifting... trapped... To be in the skies My heart filled tear the moon... hiding... The beauty in fear Kissing the stars Magic... Mystic...
I smell sweet cinnamon swirls, Swaying in the sand. Softly singing songs That I can't understand. Sweet cinnamon swirls, Saying simple sorry's. Softly singing songs That take away my worries.
Beat back these colors from my sight. I care to see them not. Yet vibrant hues of stubborn spring. remain. Spring's song my soul forgot. Beat back these colors from my sight. Discordant to my eye.
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