Title: Painted Gold
Description: a poem by princedrake
princedrake - August 18, 2005 08:41 PM (GMT)
Painted Gold
I know I look sane to you,
But appearances deceive.
This false life which traps me in
Is something no human needs.
I talk to myself alone.
The winds of emotion blow cold.
Although you cannot see it,
My prison is painted gold.
sephyr - August 20, 2005 01:16 AM (GMT)
princedrake - August 20, 2005 01:23 AM (GMT)
| QUOTE (sephyr @ Aug 19 2005, 08:16 PM) |
| Awesome. Just awesome. |
Thanks for the praise! It's always great hearing from fellow poets.
Meric - August 20, 2005 04:26 AM (GMT)
One of my favorite of your poems, good job!
princedrake - August 20, 2005 03:40 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE (Meric @ Aug 19 2005, 11:26 PM) |
| One of my favorite of your poems, good job! |
Yay! Thanks!
arr - August 21, 2005 04:47 AM (GMT)
=O I think I like the last phrase the most. :3 Awesomeness!
Kuroneko - August 21, 2005 05:32 AM (GMT)
arr:
| QUOTE |
| =O I think I like the last phrase the most. :3 Awesomeness! |
I couldn't agree more if I tried. WTG, princedrake, that was really cool. I like that.
Nearphotison - August 21, 2005 08:52 AM (GMT)
I really like the concept of a "prison painted gold"
The imagery is beautiful, and I really can't think f anything else to say that hasn't already been pointed out. Good job!
princedrake - August 21, 2005 03:33 PM (GMT)