Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jul 27, 2005 22:55:54 GMT -5
Already showed this to a few members but i really need some real critisism becuase I dont want to be embarressed when some publisher tells me s/he thinks it makes no sense...
The Flower
Screams of pain and agony for this soul knows not a word
Letting go; she’s pacified; As if drifted into slumber
Newly borne and shedding cries.
An infant deep inside
Borne long ago into a world of never ending dreams
Leaving her heart small; bliss failed to acknowledge her presence,
As it dispersed into the winds
Just like dandelion pieces, that of beauty’s coils
But then flew right through her; to plant its seed in another’s soul
So she lays lost among the flowering life that continues to grow
Ivy engulfing her; like a snake—an invisible helix coiling tightly around her;
Tangled with the blooming beauty of pristine white lilies and flowers made of sunshine.
Their haunting whispers of mockery echo.
Flourishing splendor pours from her eyes; looking to kill what was never born
And the beautiful ones catch her raining numbness; upon their vibrant petals
White chrysanthemums drip her scarlet juice; painlessly.
Vulnerable and scared of life; like a child—Desperate for love and embrace
She found herself flowered in blooming red carnations
Happily ever after; she was planted in the ground.
The Flower
Screams of pain and agony for this soul knows not a word
Letting go; she’s pacified; As if drifted into slumber
Newly borne and shedding cries.
An infant deep inside
Borne long ago into a world of never ending dreams
Leaving her heart small; bliss failed to acknowledge her presence,
As it dispersed into the winds
Just like dandelion pieces, that of beauty’s coils
But then flew right through her; to plant its seed in another’s soul
So she lays lost among the flowering life that continues to grow
Ivy engulfing her; like a snake—an invisible helix coiling tightly around her;
Tangled with the blooming beauty of pristine white lilies and flowers made of sunshine.
Their haunting whispers of mockery echo.
Flourishing splendor pours from her eyes; looking to kill what was never born
And the beautiful ones catch her raining numbness; upon their vibrant petals
White chrysanthemums drip her scarlet juice; painlessly.
Vulnerable and scared of life; like a child—Desperate for love and embrace
She found herself flowered in blooming red carnations
Happily ever after; she was planted in the ground.
thank you eviebee. u sure it makes sense? you can tell me if you dont understand something i promise 
