The Way We Are

From the twisted mind of psychotic poet, darlings.

The world is flat

Like your words

Wilted flowers

Sing caged bird songs

Sun shines

In slanted rays

Across your open palm

Your fingers a bony reminder

That you are not to fall

But when you walk

In those blood red shoes

Something changes

Because for a moment

You seem tall

But now we have memories 

They haunt us with dying eyes

Whisper in our youthful ears

Just to remember that most things

Are lies

I say we burn them

With the fire in your eyes

And take the ashes

To the sea

And bury them where the 

Two worlds meet

Let's forget mortality 

In the summer sun

Let the salty air

Clean our twisted minds

How about, my sweet,

We live forever?

Author's Note

Tell me what you honestly think! Thank you so much for your time.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Oh haven't you heard, words do live on, in the books we publish and in the caring thoughts that people pull from them, from those who take the time to share them with those who can't otherwise put their feelings into print.

Lovely job here.
Antonio :)

[Seshat Nidaba]

"Let's forget mortality
In the summer sun" - you are a princess of Metaphors, I bow to thee.

[Ben Taylor]

"They haunt us with dying eyes"
"With the fire in your eyes"
These two lines were placed fairly close together in the poem, and since both lines ended in "eyes" it was vaguely repetitious.
Other than that..beautiful.
"And take the ashes
To the sea
And bury them where the
Two worlds meet"
That is simply amazing.
I couldn't seem to tie the entire piece together; it seemed to jump around a bit.
But, then again, there could be an overarching theme that I was unable to discern.
Regardless, this was still a pleasure to read.
Nicely done.