11-10-2013, 08:34 PM
Tired of red roses
and blue violets
If you expect me to compare myself
to a Summer's day, or feel
that love is in the air, then I am not
the poem for you.
I am the humidity that precedes Malaria, ( i like this line)
influenza exploding into airborne Ebola, (two diseases may be redundant considering the rest of the poem)
rhythm without rhyme,
and the stolen fire of insight.
With me, you will finally understand why
a flower is lonely, and why you lie restless
beneath the moon. I will not be
your Russian nesting doll
for I will never lose myself in you,
though you may in me.
I like the nesting doll reference. Nice job todd.
and blue violets
If you expect me to compare myself
to a Summer's day, or feel
that love is in the air, then I am not
the poem for you.
I am the humidity that precedes Malaria, ( i like this line)
influenza exploding into airborne Ebola, (two diseases may be redundant considering the rest of the poem)
rhythm without rhyme,
and the stolen fire of insight.
With me, you will finally understand why
a flower is lonely, and why you lie restless
beneath the moon. I will not be
your Russian nesting doll
for I will never lose myself in you,
though you may in me.
I like the nesting doll reference. Nice job todd.