Nameless

I suppose my brain exploded and this was the result... [written in 2006]

Just like an epic, he sits with grace and a furnished smile

Beauty withheld from his momentary mind

Long are the strides taken with measure in hope

Never endings are passing extinct, on a ledge of strain

Open are the doors with the key to unlock the mind

Giving haste in a steady rhythm of persecution and toil

Ticking by the lone glimmer known as dawn

Covered in an array of light beaming from the flowered cloud

Peace reconciled in the box of comfort

He laughs with pain in a downpour of ease, brilliantly thrown grief

And a sip of the pleasure of a traveling wind in the woods

Caressing the troubles of pathetic mercy and an emaciated love

But he will not show the loss of character in a vengeance of joy

Morally taking the foot on a solid air

 

Reviews

[n]

This one is very definitely one of the better things I have read on this sight.
Your wording and flow is very good.
Great writing, really.

[Rachel]

Lovely descriptions: "furnished smile," "emaciated love."
I love how through all your continuous, easily moving phrases the reader gets sort of lost, until the end when the beginning is sort of picked up once again.
Good work.

[Vox Machina]

This work was a joy to read. It has a kind of dreamy impressionism that just hints at the edges of meaning. I found myself reading over it repeatedly; feeling that I was gaining a greater understanding each time. Only to have it fade once I'd finished, like a dream upon waking. Well written.