You weave your ensemble in the grandeur of your intangibility,
Engrossed in infinite ideal shooting stars.
In the night sky, over the bazaar.
Bizarre.
Munificent outlines,
But that does not suffice.
Your pardon will be granted,
Teeth and eyes and nails, your hammer over an outstretched blanket of ice.
That was just an illusion,
You dress up to digress.
And as you go on your way,
to disappoint.
You left your crest in the mess, I confess.
You were wrong all along.
3 comments:
I'm the first one:P!
You are a brilliant writer. BRILLIANT!
"You left your crest in the mess, I confess.
You were wrong all along."
Rhyming lines ROCK:D!!
Oh and the bazaar-bizarre thing was an excellent line!
And another amazing line (I use the word too many times - 'line') was,
"Teeth and eyes and nails, your hammer over an outstretched blanket of ice."
This is my second favorite poem on Insignia:D!
what is the whole thing abt really?im sorry its just tht the writing is beautiful but the meaning is kinda foggy ,to me.plz explain what it isa bt..i kno its abt a purson being wrong abt sumthing..mucha appreciato..:D
i suck at speaking spanish-english..hahhaa
Yes, you're a good poet. A really good poet. You just don't like admitting it. =)
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