The bricks on my hand are smiling, why do i want the black plague? deep porous, amphibian, from depths, strange and temperate. Shall i compare you to a summers fire? You are more lovely and more dastardly, As you shake the drooling youths of may, and the bricks on my hand are smiling, their toothless grin. toothless mumble. As the black plague sets in.
Shall I compare thee to a blackened brick? Lol... this was fun. :cracks up: Got better the second time.
i don't know, why do you want black plague? i'm never sure about this. the way you talk to me about poetry, is that you just do it without thought... am i meant to look into this deeply and try and see the underlying meanings?
i guess so. i don't really pay attention to what i've written until afterwards. then i vaguelly analyses it.
the bricks are positive things i am trying to build, but i keep getting distracted by viral-like things, not literally viral-like, just metaphorically (negative things if you will).And suddenly, because of the obsession with the 'plague', the positives are now negative.
o0o0o0o i sensed bad karma in that.... mainly cos of the word "plague", but i didn't really have much of an idea what was going on - though i probably would have got it with a bit more time to work it out
I enjoyed this alot, Lozi... one of your better offerings, imo, with great flow, images, and plenty to ponder on. Both this part: and the last three lines were my favorite. Nice job!
Shall i compare you to a summers fire? You are more lovely and more dastardly, _______________________________ Cute twist there. Thanks for the read hun~!
