Core

Core

A Poem by Kaotic Barbie
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A little different writing style of mine...

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Disheveled beauty flying away
Like the cold of the grey stone
Ironic it is of the dried up flower
The faint smell of his fading cologne.

Smoke rings clouding our sight
As your touch brushes my blanch skin.
The time soaks our hungary minds together
Forgetting whatever made us begin.

We started the ruffle of the blue waves
Creating storms to surf the world.
Shaking the rocks out of their furrows
And from the sky our wet beauty impearls.

Our Laughter echos on the screens
From which the past to present has come to endear.
Our hands, clammy from holding so tight
So scared we will be faced with unmanageable drear.

Our stomachs churn with the pain  of a spear
When our minds and bodys stay apart
We our what makes the colors of the rainbow
And the amazement in the eye of the art.

Diligently we weigh our possibility's
Together, the sun will shine brighter then before
Sometimes we may hail on the world
But our beauty remains with us to our core.

© 2009 Kaotic Barbie


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Kaotic Barbie
Tell me how you like my "new" style..more characterized.

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Gorgeous imagery.

The ending line ties everything together. Like sewing up the last piece of a garment. Complete.
Great job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


i. love. this. poem. it's beautifully written. "Ironic it is of the dried up flower The faint smell of his fading cologne" there is some absolutely amazing imagery here. my favorite is the final stanza, it is the perfect ending. a truly amazing write. going in my favorites.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Smoke rings clouding our sight
As your touch brushes my blanch skin.
The time soaks our hungary minds together
Forgetting whatever made us begin...smoke clouds our sight..as you touch my fading skin
time fogged both our minds..we even forgot why did we ever begin
We started the ruffle of the blue waves
Creating storms to surf the world.
Shaking the rocks out of their furrows
And from the sky our wet beauty impearls..we made high waves,ruffles big storms to surf the world
even shook rocks out of place
.Our hands, clammy from holding so tight
So scared we will be faced with unmanageable drear
Our stomachs churn with the pain of a spear
When our minds and bodys stay apart..when our minds and bodies apart ..we be hit by every sort of pain
We our what makes the colors of the rainbow
And the amazement in the eye of the art..what lovely words..we make the rainbow and amazement
in the eye of art
But our beauty remains with us to our core
lovely new style of writing..even this suits you well though i prefer the old one.but even this is full of beauty
again i swear before i read it i was not as usual in a good mood..but your writing touched me again
i really wonder..what kind of emotions that sends you singing these beautiful songs all the while .one after the
other..beauty after the other..you are like a fountain of beauty that never ends..all words coming right from the heart
i read you deep..and i am sure of what i say..wonderful write...
lovely write
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Posted 15 Years Ago


I would have to read your former style to give a comparison. I found the flow natural when read and the rhyme solid. Some wonderful imagery in the stanzas and a lovely theme. Nicely penned.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Kaotic Barbie
Kaotic Barbie

Baltimore, MD



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My name is Kati. I'm 20 years old and live in Baltimore, Maryland "And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Th.. more..

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