Soulmate.of.Imagination:::The Universe Between Us

I will drink from your porcelain lips,

Shatter your breath against hollow-framed ships,

Then watch them sail on intangible winds of our screams;

We’ll ingest on love’s intoxicating dream

Floating above in subtle silk-forms--

I’ll brandish this scheme like a blade as if it’s the norm.

 

Below I will tell you the truth is a lie

Simple though eloquent, it deceives without try.

 

I’ll send a nightmare to you as a show

Of affection deluding what you already know,

Bequeathing the subtitled air with our soul

Before we split into eternity, deprived being a whole.

With the universe between us we wallow in despair

Because the heartache of soul-mates is far beyond repair.

Author's Note

I wanted to romanticize the "relationship" a storyteller has with Imagination and how writer's block can cause emotional turmoil. Its pretty abstract I guess, so I'm sure others will see it differently :]]


I may work on this more in the future since I like the idea I'm trying to convey. Hopefully it'll turn out better.

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Well, I see I'm late to the party but never mind that. What I've come to say, I'll say in nothing flat. There is a place where we can go, when the muses do allow, where all the dreams of eternity are stored aboard a scow. Wrapped in vivid imagination, guarded by singing locks, you find all the best that's ever been and all you need do is knock. I love this recipe for abstract stew - lots of jagged thoughts with sharp shards of willy-wog and mugs of sullen grok.

[Danielle]

I aspire to one day write a poem as unique and creative as this. Very much enjoyed this.

[John Stussy]

No lovelier mistress have I held than the way Inspiration makes my spirit meld with the ideas coming faster than thought, when words fit the pictures in my mind wrought. Alas, art is fickle and fleeting at best, taking her leave when our souls demand rest. Creators are left in an empty void while inspiration's off giving another joy. Though we be left without words to write we maintain our hope for art to end our plight. I think you've captured the love/hate relationship between poets and the hit-and-miss nature of writing. I've been going through a hell of a block lately myself, hoping it'll end soon. Well written poem, this is.

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

I've read and re-read and re-read this poem and each time I have viewed it in another perspective.
This Is a Truly great piece by an equally talented writer,
Your extensive vocabulary also makes this an enjoyable read

"Bequeathing the subtitled air with our soul
Before we split into eternity, deprived being a whole."

These lines really grabbed me how the writer is trying so hard to find the words but they just can't beat this writers block

I will be reading more of your pieces

100/100 from me , thank you for sharing this @-;-

[Whiskurz]

Very well written indeed.....I enjoyed this.....Whisk

[Dez H.]

You have some crazy s**t but i love it. Keep that s**t up and i'll always be a fan.
007.

[Alessander]

Below I will tell you the truth is a lie

Simple though eloquent, it deceives without try.

I really like that. It's like the angel who always lies telling us he's telling the truth.

I also thought the first two lines were really good hooks. Got me reading.