Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jul 6, 2005 12:23:57 GMT -5
I wrote it today and its diferent than other things ive written but the more i read it i realize its probably horribly confusing and not too understandable to any reader! help 
pweze
The Fool's Rapture
Lights and perfections danced a sweet echo of fate’s kiss
Projects onto my open mind.
Aching for a magic cure; my gaze drifts far away,
To a scissors work of art—leaving scrap-booked memories
Upon my heart; to drain the love.
To drown out silence with my heartbeat; muffled in a nervous sigh
Though I know not why it is I run when your presences at my side
and though a word isn't spoken my walls collapse
from a flooded mind; from an empty heart where this body isn't mine.
I coward behind the lifeless mist—beneath this trenching of saltwater seas
In a world of whimsicality; a dearth of contempt— in which the shadows burrow.
Against the floor; where all is safe, I scavenge for my cradle.
Isolated in innocence of the unsuspecting; yet content—Comforted in the arms of nothing; Enveloped in the youthful living grave
I never found those footsteps—but a thousand thoughts I found dispersed
Upon my elusive dreams; which I tried to keep contained;
Beside the locked box I call a heart; filled with poisoned epiphanies.
The labelled bottles; the empty eyes; the music-box which sings an elegy
A severed mind lost in a storm; where the worlds been bound by time;
Your lost somewhere in a memory; for those too washed, with tearing rain.
What a poignant sorrow it is to admit; you were only a mirage of pain
pwezeThe Fool's Rapture
Lights and perfections danced a sweet echo of fate’s kiss
Projects onto my open mind.
Aching for a magic cure; my gaze drifts far away,
To a scissors work of art—leaving scrap-booked memories
Upon my heart; to drain the love.
To drown out silence with my heartbeat; muffled in a nervous sigh
Though I know not why it is I run when your presences at my side
and though a word isn't spoken my walls collapse
from a flooded mind; from an empty heart where this body isn't mine.
I coward behind the lifeless mist—beneath this trenching of saltwater seas
In a world of whimsicality; a dearth of contempt— in which the shadows burrow.
Against the floor; where all is safe, I scavenge for my cradle.
Isolated in innocence of the unsuspecting; yet content—Comforted in the arms of nothing; Enveloped in the youthful living grave
I never found those footsteps—but a thousand thoughts I found dispersed
Upon my elusive dreams; which I tried to keep contained;
Beside the locked box I call a heart; filled with poisoned epiphanies.
The labelled bottles; the empty eyes; the music-box which sings an elegy
A severed mind lost in a storm; where the worlds been bound by time;
Your lost somewhere in a memory; for those too washed, with tearing rain.
What a poignant sorrow it is to admit; you were only a mirage of pain
Your Poetry Is Amazing Stephie, This Is One Of Your Best. It Makes Sense!
