In her ways II

when the question becomes to be or not to be... you kind of like walking on the knife's edge... because either way your going to fall hard...

Adorned with human skin,

An angel,

Hair in black and brown hues,

Flowing like waves, singing in the wind,

 

Smooth yet piercing, carved Arabian eyes,

Reflecting darkness of the midnight sky,

Masterful, bold strokes create her face

Of divinity softly smiling in grace...

 

I’ve been thinking about your thoughts all day,

Over a smoke that seems to fade away,

My mind strangled in silence,

Chokes my throat until there’s nothing to say,

 

Even when you sleep,

When you breathe,

The world seems beautiful,

 

If you were only born to someone else,

We wouldn’t be swimming in the dark,

Trapped in a riddle,

Perfection dissolved enough happiness already,

 

May be now or a few moments ago,

I fell in love with you,

I wish that you would take that love

And burn it away...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the amazing poem. I love the way you can describe the smallest detail.
"Smooth yet piercing, carved Arabian eyes,
Reflecting darkness of the midnight sky,
Masterful, bold strokes create her face
Of divinity softly smiling in grace..."
Some questions need not be answered. I believe all things happen for a reason.
A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Arielle Ann]

The conclusion was marvelous! the description beautiful as usual!however some doubts...should it have been "adorned" instead of "adorn"? or "i have been thinking" instead of "i have thinking"? ? :) and yes "even when you sleep,the world seems beautiful"-it strikes a chord some where in me !

[Adelia Alighieri]

Brilliant description, involves the reader to the max. Well done!

[Jacques]

this was really different and unique write . and i love how you can describe the deal the way you do it's so well nice to read . keep on doing on what you do because if every poem is as brilliant and creative like this one - well mister you're going to have pretty lots of reviews from me . EXCELLENT

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This is one lovely write, I really enjoyed reading this piece.

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. a brutally beautiful piece of poetry, abhas ... the beauty of excruciating pain lies in the fact that it makes us experience a deep and intense awareness of how much we can feel and how intensely ... the tragedy of it is that few can reciprocate ... be it because of circumstantial hurdles or a simple lack of courage ... or both ... yet, i've realized something through my own experiences ... till there is life and we can't predict the future ... we have a realistic reason to hope ... that hope is born in the deepest love ... a love that can't be burnt or buried ... it is a life reinforcing love ... as reinforcing as love ought to be ... the mere element of probability in the future ... means that love has a chance in the future ... if it has a chance, then life deserves credit for remaining ... we're "trapped in a riddle" flung at us by our past and our present ... but the future can ... in terms of sheer possibility ... solve that riddle for us ... hopefully satisfactorily ...