Picture Perfect

by Gaberial   May 30, 2006


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.

Another dream I had...more-or-less.

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  • 18 years ago

    by holly

    This was a very strong sturcture and it was really good, greeat imagery there too xxALLYxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    "The trees begin to rust."
    trees don't rust, but whatever
    ~~~
    "The wind cut's at the skin."
    you don't need the apostrophe in 'cuts'
    ~~~
    I liked the rhythm and rhyming, though the first stanza had a different rhythm than the other stanzas. The juxtaposition was interesting, and I liked some of the contrasts present.

  • 18 years ago

    by Evil love

    You have the creepiest dreams ever, at least you use them to make some interesting poems, keep up the good work

  • 18 years ago

    by Jessica

    Wow.. you are a very talented writer! this was very good.. i loved how dark it was, it really made an impression on me.. i loved all the comparisons you made.. and i just loved the poem! great job! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Tiny Reader

    This poem has amazing imagery in it. Very well written. No complaints really. Great poem!

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