Flowers are like the light bulbs
Every flower electrified
And only when you get a shock from it
You feel enough satisfied...
You must be magnified...
Your metal mind
Your forced smile
And there’s no anger
And there’s no happiness
It’s just the machine that’s not awake
Your senses are purple
And your dreams like rainbows
The glitter falls and falls
It see through every wall
There are no emotions, there’s just the law
You’re words and you’re stars
And I can’t survive without these clouds
Only you can make me satisfied...
You must be magnified...
Still I hear...that she breathe so fast
Still I hear...her heart beat in love
Still I feel...that every feeling come back
That I still feel something after all...
I could not agree with the sentiments of this poem more! Smelling the roses bringing back feelings and life itself, rather than half lives. Wonderful work, each line full of pure truth. Smiling at you Tai
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Great opening, and no kvetchin' to report neither, nah, rather all I can see here is a very creative verse. Yeah, I gotta love what all you have expressed here. Well, more so, the manner in which yer expressed it I guess I should say. Aye, 'tis quite the ingenuous throw at passion you've shown as jolly cool of a concept as ever with yer obligatorily floral turning out as metaphorical like it did. - Awesome. It's somewhat relieving to see somebody has a penchant for utilizing one of nature's all too often chosen facets fer their verse in some other way than ye ol' standard, albeit Poetically overtly tired actuality. Oh, and gets the job done of reifying such into contemplative Poetic imagery with aplomb no less. That's champion As is yer verse. I love it Keep well, 'Anna