Do as the Oceans Do

When all is chaotic, do as the oceans do

The piercing shot of porcelain violins,
All cut precisely, but wearing thin,
For chaos that trips a blind man's shin,
To prevent the pull of reality's pin.

Cherrywood teacups, splintering without stride,
Pushed down from Newton's slide,
With force of a million soldiers high,
Ragged and chewed rims collide,
The knife of torture, dim and dull,
Is heavier than a knight's spear and bow.

The ocean, thick and smooth,
Swinging on a calm and cool mood,
That blocks the sun, muffles cries shrewd,
Churning panic into smooth,
Under deep surface rest appears,
Waves that wash and caress all conscience fear.

Confusion clouds a poker face's facade,
Mounds of noise, the reaper's parade,
For a symphony of his staff's shade,
Brought gloom and fog on sun-shinning days.

In times of cherrywood teacups and porcelain violins,
Do as the oceans do.
Seclude.

Author's Note

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

This was remarkable. Your skills are surely going to take you to new heights of artistic expression.

[lil lisa]

thats what im saying no way ur 15. girl u got it. i feel ur work and love ur voice. ur style is very romantic too.

[Daniel88Batson]

Theres no way your 15!

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such wonderful imagery and beautiful writing