09-05-2013, 04:25 PM
I know it's against the rules to post more than one a day, but this one is really dear to me. It's a poem my first real love and I wrote together. Italics is what she wrote. Tell me what you think 
Similarities in Contradiction
Wait it's gonna be cold?
We have each other for warmth.
Warmth which spreads like fire, leaving us ignite with light.
In the dizzy night devoid of light we forget our fright,
And collapse into our own pyre.
Of pitch and ire.
Effervescing and growing lighter.
Coinciding and flowing brighter.
Till or smokestacks intertwine and we sink to the serendipitous sky.
Blithe with lithe bliss, irrevocably lost in aimless wander.
Blow me.
Flow with me.
Be the current to my stream.
Be the musing of my dream.
The ink in my pen.
The brink of my zen.
The precipice before the den.
The tempest of fall fire.
Do I stir your desire?
Do I flirt your retire?
You answer me with inquire.
With the eloquence of truth?
Or the truth of eloquence?
What eloquence is there in hesitance?
The same as in penchant assurance.
You're wrong.
You're strong.
I am meek and mere-minded.
No, more sleek and clear-sighted.
I'm going to rip the words from under your tongue.
You need only sip from the world that can be sung.
Similarities in Contradiction
Wait it's gonna be cold?
We have each other for warmth.
Warmth which spreads like fire, leaving us ignite with light.
In the dizzy night devoid of light we forget our fright,
And collapse into our own pyre.
Of pitch and ire.
Effervescing and growing lighter.
Coinciding and flowing brighter.
Till or smokestacks intertwine and we sink to the serendipitous sky.
Blithe with lithe bliss, irrevocably lost in aimless wander.
Blow me.
Flow with me.
Be the current to my stream.
Be the musing of my dream.
The ink in my pen.
The brink of my zen.
The precipice before the den.
The tempest of fall fire.
Do I stir your desire?
Do I flirt your retire?
You answer me with inquire.
With the eloquence of truth?
Or the truth of eloquence?
What eloquence is there in hesitance?
The same as in penchant assurance.
You're wrong.
You're strong.
I am meek and mere-minded.
No, more sleek and clear-sighted.
I'm going to rip the words from under your tongue.
You need only sip from the world that can be sung.
