{Prince Sagacious}

For Parenthesis is his. Bold is mine. =]

　

~

{ When I picked up the pen,

I thought,

" I want to convey a message,

a message of the human heart

in a language that is

beautiful and artistic.

I want to touch the soul of

all humanity and force

themselves to look

within their heart and

to understand their soul." }

~

No invalid validations,

maybe he needs to hear

that what he does matters.

My whispers teach the

aggravations.

~

{ I’m an amalgamation of

everything you hate. }

~

Iris passions, milked fragrants,

to the bone skeletals, colossal stints.

Once upon a story his there was a rinse…

~

{ I’m dark and dreary but

I have many hopes and dreams.

My style is what you would

call dark romanticism.

My words can

make or break you. }

~

Dreaming paints, sailing cassettes,

flying kites, hunting graphs.

Climbing hearts, naming stride,

we persist by his clarified.

~

{ Do not compare me to the speechless.

Wolfen howls are shepherd yearns

drumming tomorrow honey bee odes. }

~

Repeat the slits, doctor analysis,

the swaps are chores, he’s upset,

consider him worth a rocket,

respect the wishes of the encores.

~

~

~*~ He writes just to me now ~*~

~

~

{ I like people for their character.

Yours is true and I’m glad you

won’t stop being you,

losing intelligence with

feeling would

be a terrible day. }

~

Daisy gloss, red brushes,

stamps of wilds, keeper hushes.

Boy wonder, ball cap sunglasses,

tingling walks, rising crushes.

The winds of change are among us.

~

{ From meeting you a

piece of my soul was found.

You light the world

with majestic rays,

a sweet smiling hazel

eyed face not letting go.

When the dark returns to

steal what happiness remains

like an angel of God you

come to heal the weariness

that tears me apart. }

~

Moody brooches,

pioneering apples,

softened roughness,

silvery garments.

~

{ I love you rare diamond,

you’re beautiful

inside and out.

Strong with wisdom,

you’ve picked me up

where I fell.

Can I help pick

you up too?

I adore to hear from you,

your worded bliss,

how much do you mean

to those others you touch? }

~

Iris passions, milked fragrants,

to the bone skeletals, colossal stints.

Once upon a story his there was a rinse…

-

Before meeting me, before finding him,

dreaming paints, sailing cassettes,

flying kites, there was daisy

gloss and were red brushes,

stamps of wilds, keeper hushes.

~

~

{ I often see myself in awe of you

when I whisper the sound of your name,

your name touches the very core of

my being when lost in nothingness.

I love you, but I’m knowing myself. }

~

…And taking that stand is why I applaud,

because many others due to my successes

cling to me with no desire to step

outside the nest as themselves on

their own, hinting identity fraud…

~

No invalid validations,

maybe he needs to hear

that what he does matters.

My whispers teach the

aggravations.

~

Iris passions, milked fragrants,

to the bone skeletals, colossal stints.

Once upon a story his there was a rinse…

Author's Note

Parenthesis is his. Bold is mine. =]
http://www.writerscafe.org/IceDragonOfPluto

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is intense thought.
Kudos!

[Sanctuary Dementia]

I love this its so amazing!!!!

[Kayla K]

Aww was my first reaction to this. I can't imagine how much he loved this

[panheadpigments]

Kewl. You've done alot of collabs lately.

[Alicia Hirshey]

This is another great work of art.

[IceDragonOfPluto]

I love it! You made my day with this poem. I like how you went about writing it. It's so beautiful.