This is a poem I wrote quickly the other day. I wrote it for a collab over in the LPU. See if you like it. The beauty of confusion flutters gently Through the minds of many. Though if one sees it's true meaning, A perfect perpetual ambiguity, One can understand the truth. Leading upto heaven, the mellow amber globe Causes ripples of confusion. To immortals and to angels, a candle is but trivial. However to a peasant, a treasure of materialistic values. The simple connotations of life are so easy to find. If one is willing to look for it Anything can be found. Though tamper with it, I shall warn you. The higher powers don't receive pressure so warmly. The masterminds of sin and procrastination. They will surely steal your life.
It's deep, and you vocabulary is very, very interesting. Interesting in a good way, I mean. Cookies to you. And before Meghna says anything, ask any of the regular posters in writer's cove, I am the official distributor of cookies and jellybeans, dear
I resent that. Aw, nah, whats more fun then ripping of Mali's cookies (I don't distribute jellybeans though...). Mali: Anyway, even though he's banned, I think Mali's quote justifies the whole poem. I think it's really pretty. Yes, that is the first adjetive that comes to mind. Along with an interesting way of looking at things...
That's not funny! You're becoming me! It's like a doppelganger from the part of Asia that Russia's not part of! I'm in the European side, and you're in the Asian side, and you're be coming me! So soon I'll be living in Asia too! So I've completely lost the plot of this comment!