Amy Marie

Rookie - 489 Points (July 13,1992 / United States)

The Almost Marriage - Poem by Amy Marie

Our deep blue Crystals of Eyes
Allow their sunny and smiling gazes
To touch: This is our Destiny
Carved out in Golden Stone.

I – Suicide himself am.
Commit me you nearly do
At your wide open window of Night.
Freedom's moon oversees you doll up.

Your curvy slim frame you drape
In pale white: Freely flowing
In Privacy's Autumn Breeze.
Your sheer white curtains copy

And sway to the song sung between
Conformity and Nonconformity.
Freedom's moon stifles her
Smirk: Silent – Silver – and Seductive like me.

Leaves conceal themselves. They crackle their
Crispy brown bodies as they drift down
To dirt and you – Eccentric –
Are pregnant with Envy herself.

I stand well-dressed in my
Black Suit – wait to catch
You – and sweep you away –
As I did with my father – Destiny!

Your Yellow Candle flickers in your window
Among the Dark and 'stars'
Lack Originality's vibrant wings by copying them.
Freedom's moon fades and

Turns her Black Back on such
Childish mimicry. Fireflies flash and
Keep 'chirping' insects company.
Your heart bleeds for the

Unbearable fact that they're unreachable
and Unpredictable. Your old wooden floor –
Creaks – beneath your – stone-cold feet –
Almost – Rejecting – Their Emptiness –

Inevitably – You are:
Itching – twitching –
Aching – breaking –
Sighing – dying –
HIDING


Comments about The Almost Marriage by Amy Marie

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 6, 2011


[Report Error]