Brass Locket

I am the prose,

My sun rises in the West,

My vanity lurks in my imperfections,

My shame lies curled in beauty,

I pick mud flowers,

I drink the nectar of a rose thorn,

And kiss my greatest enemies,

I take walks during storm,

And shiver in the sun,

I plant gardens of clover,

And tear thank you cards,

I gamble on the hopeless,

Speak in backwards rhyme,

And marvel at the dull,

My scars are simply war paint,

And fever my rouge,

My insides are put together wrong,

And my heart forgets a beat,

I smile in rage,

And laugh in fear,

I choke on breath,

And carry a bouquet of pens,

I eat only raw,

And feign only happiness,

Silence is the music,

And my clock ticks in reverse,

Find me.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

God ..ohh this is great for sure ,i will try to find you..
i love souls like you ,so lost and looking for nothing to find
someone always missing, you find them on doors they will never come in
how they never fit in..they look like a mistake..but all humans are sweet mistakes
their vulnerability,their strange behaviour..like you say
all imperfections..a sun rising from west,a shame to all that beauty
i kiss my enemies..i walk against the storms,shiver in the warm sun ,and sweat all over
when icy cold,,for i am human and like a joke..i am really human how could you understand
i bet on the hopeless,never needed any success..i speak backwards
i love everything dull,body full of scars fever paints my face and lips
everything inside me is wrong ,i prove that i am human
i laugh like a clown,happiness is just a disguise
music is when i hear noting ,my timing is when everything stops
for i am very human ,who could tell
lovely write..

[Alex Vandool]

Stunningly good

[OR]

Great piece even know I couldn't say I've totally got it !

Any way, every time I read one of your pieces I feel the "disturbia" of this world

I'll give you an A+ on this

Good Job ! :)

[Light]

i love the duality in this poem as you juxtapose all of these different qualities, both good and bad, with the beauty of everyday life. almost a sort of twilight zone as the world is almost a mockery of itself! this write was wonderful!!! beautifully done!!!