Sta.sh
Red on the sand
It blows and swirls like grass in the wind
Cracked ivory towers, tired and tattered
Bending the hairs on my eyelids
Dizzy and empassioned, I walk up the wall
Sitting in the corner, I scrape and roll
Closing my ears to their stares
Their narrow, twisted wrath
It rails me like glass
Red on the sand, green in my eyes
Patting the water as it breezes my cheek
Cool and soft as curtains of cotton
Soot covered blossoms of silver and lime
Peeling my thoughts with chisel and ice
Curvy sharpness hidden in wax
Melting with flames and honey
It drips from my lips
Red on the sand, gold in the clouds
The lone dark freezes my song
Ripping tears from my pulse and
Splattering my dreams again and again
Stars weeping
Crisp and jagged and silent
My single thought torn to the ground
Grass folding with my breath
Choking until I am gone
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I don't usualy go for the non-rhyming poems, but for a change, I looked at this one, and was suprised that I realy like it.
You use key words that give an impact, like 'Soot covered blossoms of silver and lime
Peeling my thoughts with chisel and ice
Curvy sharpness hidden in wax'
I realy liked that bit!