Poetry / tulip cup-shaped heaven

a devotee of normal, i am not. its makeup and reflection could not disguise as one

i’ve swallowed bliss and embraced the pits on my skin,
whilst awaiting the scent of nirvana.
torment me not, unchain my mind from these artless dreams
half empty glass of flat champagne was never to my taste

my treasures have burnout, turning into ashes in my mouth.

so now, alone, in a room crowded with fruitless confusion
i’m making better friends with my companions
guitar and radiator
i begin to understand warmth

caress my heartstrings with the resonance of your voice,
in the token of the frozen tears.
barefooted we have walked on broken glass,
tranced, lost and found each other in the clouds.
at the heart of the winter, we blossomed.
in a tulips cup-shaped heaven

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December 24, 2007

lovescreature

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lovescreature reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

I enjoyed the writers imagery here. Frozen tears rocks as wells as guitars and radiators, that reminds me of college days, thank you. Embracing pits on skin is just enough raw honesty for my twisted mind to truly become enthralled at the beginning and keep my attention to the very end. I don’t like the word heartstrings, but that may just be opinion. Great write overall.