Manic Expressive

Surf's Up!

Dreams of the glass angels correlate
with the passion, crying tears that burn
ever so softly
Riding high above the ivory towers
past the ever-comforting womb of the sky
that blessed us with the child of the sun
that rests now in twilight slumber

Heard her hymn rise like the breast of the ocean
hanging onto nothing but the class of the velvet clouds
even in the darkest hour
they are forever beautiful

For the Heaven we are polite in seasonal ideology
shedding the feathers of a nightmare we
foresaw in crystal castles so long ago
Riding high above the ivory towers
past the beating heart of the astral belt
that shakes stardust in our wake
refusing us the right to rest

Heard her hymn rise like the breast of the ocean
hanging onto nothing but the class of the velvet clouds
even in the darkest hour
they are forever beautiful

Gold-plated Hell we sing, we harmonize
for the choral spires that link us
shattering the medallions of false hope
that bad luck shimmers like a cheap emerald
My heart is but a mere diamond
waiting for worth

But what of English persuasion?
Here we go, the coloured birds shimmer and shine
But what of English persuasion
Here we are, the angelic side of Mother Nature
carry us high above the broken landscape
that bleeds grey upon white
We want to be diverse in love

Author's Note

Previously unreleased.

Reviews

[s y e]

Great job, E, I thought you wrote this really well. Loved the structure and the wording. Great job. Vivid imagery.

"Heard her hymn rise like the breast of the ocean
hanging onto nothing but the class of the velvet clouds"

Loved these lines, I loved it all, it was a 100/100!

- Noodle.

[Lexi Villanueva]

This is beautiful and lovely.
Please keep on writing this is
wonderfully written.

[chaotic katie]

lovely imagery and a great flow, fantastic job!