A poem for a poem! I like yours so I'll give you one in return for your generosity; sharing is caring.

Mild, melancholy caribou eyes,
As mournful as the eyes of old apes,
Staring at me, blinking rapidly,
Hung on chains,
And on shadows of chains,
Backlit by smoky torches,
The mood set by woodsy incense,
The luster of torchflames
Reflecting rheumatically off of holy icons
And ancient pews,
The air reverberating with the
Almost-noise of torch smoke and
Incense smoke rustling against
Objects made of gold and lemonwood;
This is a church?!

Was that a bit pretentious?
Sometimes you’ve just got to get it out of your system.
Well, sometimes I do;
You probably don’t have any pretensions yourself;
The hands of your pocket watch
Are pristine, an elegant ivory-white,
With red enameled nails;
The hands of my wristwatch
Are haggard,
Scarred by the fissures of flowing tears,
Tanned by the light of a twinkling eye.

You see, I’m descending;
I’m in quite a tight spiral,
Blindly centering on some meaningless aesthetic,
Some “poetry” or other,
Some something that you can never quite put your finger on, no matter how many times
you point at it and walk forward.



Cheerful poetry is so passe.... High five. Don't be mean to me either, I liked yours so you have to at least be reasonably nice to mine.

hey random props..wanna chat