The Purple Island of Desolation
By Aileen, Alex, and Lauryn
Walking down the road
I stumbled upon your abode.
Rising in the mist
it emerges from the abyss
like smoke traveling from a lit cigarette.
The mist leads me to the power within.
A butterfly emerging from its cocoon
Your heart pulsing with a rhythmic beat draws me near
thump
thump!
Maybe I am queer.
2 comments:
those cupcakes look GOOOOD!
This poem rendered such strong emotions for me. the similies, metaphors, onomatopoeia, rhythm-everything. it gave me pangs in my heart. beauty put into words.
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