Robot Chicken's M. Night Shyamalan: It's a tweest!
Behold, the frozen sky A crystalline, celestial halo Of misty veiled, nimbus light Refracting, with a diamond glow Enshrouding, the frigid star of night Casting, a ghostly pall
With a coruscating, sheen Glaze upon the earth, in icy sheets Walking though crisp frost, with bared feet Shivery wanderlust, stalking the boreal chill Only breath breaks, the glass serenity still A fragile form, shimmering, the faintest motion Shining ephemera, mirroring, an iridescent notion Sighs dance, with a whimsical evanescence Roaming this quiet land, of sole existence As misty shades of white Dyed pink, from city lights Steal the moon, and devour the starry night Breathing deeply, the scent of snow Bitter winds, freeze my soul Cold snaps, from a broken sky Raining crystals, delight my eyes Darkness enshrouds the world, opaquely Beclouded jewelry, adorns the breeze I swim in a galaxy, of snow flurries As the LSD, burns through me
Purple lips, and trembling limbs Naked to the elements Death’s sensuous touch, numbing senses Bitten flesh, swollen and bruised black Closing my eyes, under a final sky ’Neath a frozen blanket, I died Icy seasons, soon bury me, deeply
I wrote the beginning many years ago, but the rest is very new, written after i had an epiphany about a purpose for the older verses. They were done in a stream of consciousness on a snowy night, which died out after 'iridescent notion' with a few scraps of lines i used later, such as 'jewelry beclouded air'.
I may be updating it as time goes by.
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WOW!!! As I read through it, without reading your Author's Note, I noted the shift and then read the line about LSD, and thought it IS A TRIP!....Your descriptions are fascinating, rhyming superb, and story line gripping! The ending is awesome as a life of explosions comes to an end 'Neath a frozen blanket'.
Icy seasons continue to doom a life that leaves a legacy that may not undie!
Very good write!!...going in m fav file!
Your ability to use beautiful metaphors to describe something as horrible as death never ceases to amaze me. I think I use that line too often when describing your writing, but it's always the truth. You possess a happy talent to create a serene icy wonderland, but I've learned to always read your work multiple times because you're consistent in adding in an un-wonderland-y element that I am consistent in omitting from my mind. Oh gullible little me. I read the word death and sky together, and the 14-year-old girl comes out and says "Oooh! Skies have rainbows! Pretty pretty, la la la!" That's the only thing I care about the first time around, but after I realize the absence of, "Pretty pretty, la la la," rainbows, I see the deeper meaning. Silly little girl. Anyways, it always brightens my day to read a beautifully written depressing poem by you.
Write on.
-Solitude
WOW!!! As I read through it, without reading your Author's Note, I noted the shift and then read the line about LSD, and thought it IS A TRIP!....Your descriptions are fascinating, rhyming superb, and story line gripping! The ending is awesome as a life of explosions comes to an end 'Neath a frozen blanket'.
Icy seasons continue to doom a life that leaves a legacy that may not undie!
Very good write!!...going in m fav file!
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