Poetry / little star: eLoquence In Language You

The dots were something I thought would look cool between stanzas to separate them.  It was wasn’t my specific intent with this to be light and airy.  This is about a girl I knew named Lily, as is my poem here titled “L.ittle Bit” and partly in others.  If you look at the words capitalized in the title, they spell out her name, and the title points out that her eloquent words were what was most important to me about her, as they were sometimes beautiful, but always lies.  The first stanza describes her innocence, the second describes all the troubles she gave me, and the useless, silly words she threw at me. such as about the hard life she’d had: “Gardens of rock that that you tell me you were born into”.  She spreads her wings to help me when she feeds me and shelters me, the machine, briefly when I was homeless and starving, until abandoning me again to return to the same situation.  My experiences with her and the words she wrote, imprinted in my memory, were deep, as was she (though not as strongly in person than on the page), but I  was weakened with those words and experiences, as she taught me deep lessons through absolute brutality.  ”No man is an island”, as they say- except me- and her and my perfection were in orchestrating my growth through extreme hardship: my absolutely purely perfect, unimaginably destructively valuable and nightmarishly dark destiny: a purity of priceless doom, saying my need for suffering for growth was a priceless gift, but will never feel like one.

I understood it i just thought it had a magical quality. Sandi