Silence Is The Curse of A Tomorrow Never Was

[x___S h i a l e e]

Silence Is the Curse of A Tomorrow Never Was

The frozen cold crescendo
engulfing four-count prayers,
smothering the twinkle of a fairy's glissando.

The teardrops of the strings
trembling across black and white keys.
Echos of broken songs.
Blood of the purest night,
untainted, tinted
by unfaithful locks
and five-digit melodies.

Dance, dance; swing, swing.
Kiss of flowers drizzling
upon a ballet of water rising.

Waves that rage and multiply --
wingless dreams can touch the sky.

Queen of roses embracing a flood of fire,
death is the disclaimer of the moonlit lyre.

See not the dancers; hear not the silence.

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I strike again. Get your critique canes ready~!
This one was done at school a while back, the theme is music. rofl
As you can tell... my style is not very organized. I like my poems to swing than rock -- if you get the imagery. x]
Rhyming is addicting.  

[Kasi Karra]

wow
everyone here is so good at abstract poetry crying
I loved the imagery you used and my favorite part was the last night.  

[Serenity Reed]

I'm not good at it. xp  

[Chrysanthemum Moon]

...

This is more episodic than my own... blaugh

Quote:

five-digit melodies

I think you meant five-stepped melodies? or five-scaled melodies? Digit is ... odd.

Quote:

wingless dreams can touch the sky

I keep want to replace can with that, but I'm a big fan of parallelism. So this is not a biggie.

Anyway, nice, nice, very nice.  

[KirbyVictorious]

Dear Goddess that was beautiful O.o

I loved the blood part, and the music part, and the last line. Question though: why did those two couplets rhyme when the rest did not?