Abstract Collage

Sweet synesthesia 

My mind's an encyclopedia 

Do I see God or is it just a mirage? 

I sit and take photos from my eyes, complete my collage

A collage of elegance. 

Sweet phantasmagoria 

I'm shrinking - abrosia 

Have I seen what I heard or am I hearing colours?

I complete my assignment as I sit in my hearse 

A collage of sin. 

Cold paranoia 

All I asked for was euphoria 

Is this blood or is this an excretion from my gland? 

I ruin my chore with the blood of my hand 

Its complete, 

a collage of death.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[M.D. Aguiar]

Before I explicate the poem in detail, here are a few minor imperfections I feel obligated to illume:

-"minds" should have an apostrophe; it is possessive.
-Illusion is perhaps a more appropriate word than "mirage" (Line 3, stanza 1).
-I think a dash is more appropriate than a comma after 'shrinking' (Line 2, stanza 2).
-Unless you are attempting to neologize I feel you need to be cognizant of the fact that 'excrete' is not in any way a noun; the word you are looking for is excretion (Line 3, stanza 3).

Now that the semantics have been clarified, let us analyze the poem:

Wonderful opening line; the alliteration is thoroughly appealing, melodically. Refrain, however, is generally -in essence, as a rule applicable in the majority of cases- most impactful when it is a caesura. One quickly grows weary of variations on different types of collages, I'm afraid. There are flashes of beauty, but this is often due to the aesthetic beauty of words such as: phantasmagoria, abrosia, synesthesia, &c, rather than resultant from an inherent beauty of the theme. It is cryptic, and possesses spontaneous bursts of beauty; I'm not sure I can add more than this.

[Akshay]

Duly noted. Thanks for the time. :)

[Master K-tops]

I enjoyed it a lot. I like it.