Advantageous Deliberation.

by ghosts in bloom   Jun 19, 2009


I'm an eruption of color and madness,
Skating along the brink of sanity
Reading the questions that lie
beyond what you
approve.

Mint blades of grass etch the soles
of my feet with their whining,
and through the vale shine
sprouts of truth.

My thoughts were taken up by the night,
Devoured in disarray, without cessation
in between the sky's chomping lips.

Each idea now falls down from this tree of
idealism I'm sitting under. Overripe and
seedless fruit; an amalgam of rights who
wronged, resolved into red delicious.

Sometimes when I am lonely, I take a bite,
and rest assured I'll lose myself sour in
investigatory taste buds. I digest an
indescribable desire ---

a misdemeanor
of sorts.

This could explode a conglomerate mess,
Sculpting identities with molten modesty,
And falling behind the faces of a
Convenient cognomen or two.

Until then, I mull the texture in my mouth,
and remember to nearly forget to swallow.
I would answer tomorrow's query
if it weren't for your swift
apprehensive stare.

I need a violent violet remedy,
I'm beginning to feel sick.

June 19th 2009
(c) Novalyn Grace RRL

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  • 15 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    Ill be honest you kind of have a lengthy, wordy title but hey it works :] Sometimes they really pull the reader in .. wondering what you mean haha.. like me! :]

    "I'm an eruption of color and madness,
    Skating along the brink of sanity
    Reading the questions that lie
    beyond what you
    approve."
    `I loved this.. your word choice was perfect. Sometimes we feel as though we're 'erupting with madness' and border-line insanity. I loved how you used skating to describe this, youre literally on the edge.

    "Mint blades of grass etch the soles
    of my feet with their whining,
    and through the vale shine
    sprouts of truth."
    `Mint blades of grass really stood out to me, I absolutely have never heard that before, never have I heard of blades of grass whining before, really interesting and original. Your word choice has taken me by surprise!

    "My thoughts were taken up by the night,
    Devoured in disarray, without cessation
    in between the sky's chomping lips."
    `Your words are full of sadness here, how your thoughts were taken away from you, great job giving us that sense of sadness you feel as your thoughts are taken away from you. Your word choice definatly complimented the emotion in your words.

    "Each idea now falls down from this tree of
    idealism I'm sitting under. Overripe and
    seedless fruit; an amalgam of rights who
    wronged, resolved into red delicious."
    `I love how I am seeing 'Overripe and seedless fruit' - I heard something like this in your other poem I read today, I find that really unique using a little bit of another poem and putting it into a different poem, thats a really neat idea! Never thought of that before.. I loved how you said your ideas fall from a tree of idealism, so obviously your ideas arent realistic, but more your dreams.

    "Sometimes when I am lonely, I take a bite,
    and rest assured I'll lose myself sour in
    investigatory taste buds. I digest an
    indescribable desire ---"
    `Great work continuing with the whole "fruit" idea..again using an idea or lines from another poem youve written is a really great idea. Ive never seen it done before but I have with yours!

    "This could explode a conglomerate mess,
    Sculpting identities with molten modesty,
    And falling behind the faces of a
    Convenient cognomen or two."
    `Your word choice is definatly advanced for a poet, in some way. But I thought conglomerate mess was awesome, I actually know what that meant, lool. Conglomerate just adds so much to the meaning of the line.

    "I need a violent violet remedy,
    I'm beginning to feel sick."
    `Loved 'violent violet' - great alliteration at the end, almost a tongue twister haha.

    Awesome job Nova.
    You never cease to amaze me..
    really great work.

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