Picture Perfect

by Chad   Nov 29, 2005


The skies are raped by the black,
The poison apple falls from the tree.
The angels descend from the heavens.
The demons look to me.

The rivers turn to blood.
The crows peck at the eye.
The trees begin to rust.
The virgins start to cry.

The ice becomes the fire.
The wind cut's at the skin.
The earth is my toilet.
The saints are best at sin.

The white now the black.
The pins are the pillows.
The love summed as the hate.
The roses are the willows.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Wow, this was a very good.powerful discriptive poem, and I really loved it. I would try to pick out some of my favorite lines for you, but honestly I loved the whole thing, with red rivers, rusting trees, fire, sinning saints, ect it is all a piece of art. 5/5 from me.

    -Tainted Mikochan

  • 18 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    I like it niice description but it seems as if this poem never ends...liek you jsu describe these things and dotn realyl explain it but the description is outrageous...please read as many of my poems as to can..i suggest all of them i will read all of yours eventually if we have a deal..niice jobb keep it upp.

    LISSA

  • 18 years ago

    by Hareem

    Creative indeed,
    ...pins...the pillows, it's an enjoyable read.

  • 18 years ago

    by Alex Marlatt

    Bloody hell man you really are good at painting the picture in my mind

  • 18 years ago

    by cowgirlstar26

    This is a very well written poem, nice and structured, easy to follow ect, Im not big into poems that are repeditive but this one flowed very well 5/5

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