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I'm looking for the flowers hidden among death...
Can you show me one, a dying rose?
Or maybe some morbid white butterflies?
A pink carnation, symbol of love,
Covered by autumn-like poems of despair.
Every single thing that my lungs burst
Has a deep feeling, a very old cry.
And every flower, growing in warm blood
Carries my sins as a beautiful lie.
I'm searching among corpses, wishing for you
Are those your eyes? I see two diamonds
Covered with soil and ashes.
They look at me. I feel honored
For being watched once again...
When you promised you'll never look this way.
Feel my thorns, oh, weeping beauty,
Take into your chest my deepest fears;
Cut out these flowers, which grow in my tomb.
A sacred place in which I hide my thoughts.
Cold embraces all my feelings.
Are you trying to feel my fear?
Walking through a negation of time, carrying a rose
In my bare, bleeding right hand.
Until the last drop is swallowed by the ocean
I shall sing, and keep looking for everything
That you took in your arms when you died.
- by AHazzamLeonA |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/27/2008 |
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- Title: Flowers
- Artist: AHazzamLeonA
- Description: Some useless antics I wrote while falling asleep...
- Date: 09/27/2008
- Tags: flowers
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- The Harlequinn of Hate - 09/27/2008
- There could be better vocabulary use, since some words are used quite frequently. For instance, you use "blood" or "bloody" quite a lot, and instead of that, you could use a metaphor or similie referring to it. It would make the poem a bit deeper and more interesting. Right now it's a bit flat and 2D, but it's still amazingly good, and I love the way that it flows and rhymes. Good work. :]
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