The reds, the blues and those vibrant hues A tint of yellow, a of blotch lilacs and charcoal blew Together paint my ivory statue The pious comes, step off their shoe They flip the coin to permit to sue
They bow their frons, at my temple's foyer The only worshipers who are sinful saints Let themselves in without tinge of strain Hereby, I the blasphemous marionette Crafted with forbidden traits, tied with sinful strings
I twirl in a wondrous spin, in a vivid gown Embellished with blackened mirrors That let the rays of your wild eyes But reflect you the aspired, inducing smiles I dance for you and you entitle it my will
I live, inside you, in your ashed spirits I splash my gown, in empty blooded hearts The light that trace you to the heavens I sway, at its virtual origins Every color that is to fade, I present you my deceptive desire, you paint it without a clue
I'm not a born prostitute neither are You my intrinsic acolyte, I am a free-bird With air of freedom I want to breath, it's you who trap me in your idealistic, exorbitant cage It's then when I remain trapped but become the master, I cavort for you but you're the slave
With a clink the carboy fell The corrosive black ink seeped through The vaguely, printed, vintage paper It traced the lined pathway Smearing the dullness of the paper_meaningfully A tear fell, into the pool of leaden abyss With an enormous blow and stifle smoke I came into existence_the wild fire The ember of love ablazes the coal-black dark I'm not an ember, I'm fire of passion That flares with atrocious intensity I either gleam through your soul To turn you into crystal, white, withered ashes That die for once but live forever Or I'm the holy saint hell fire When you glint with grace, I cling to your aesthetic gown and return you your dues, that you never wanted around Brightest I ignite when the crestfallen hearts Mourn for the mercy of hope But it's intriguing when, I ablaze without permit It's you who unknowingly carry me inside With staleness of gloom and extinguishing tears I still flicker in your words that you scribble In those vehement letters that you Burn in the memories of those who left you
The azure crescent with colorful sparks The beauty she carries within her scars Those benevolent mosaics and crafts Fill their creaks with flow of her dreams With every stroke she spills her artistry Still she holds the canvas, closer than her bloodstream She knows that she's incarcerated, deliberately She is bound to slavery, when she begs liberty That every step she dares to take The clink of anklets become the spy Her silhouette, conspires to the captivators "She's out of the box! Once again.." These voices are echoed all in vain Her ingenuity is the crime, she's the culprit caught red handed, yet again Once more she celebrates funeral of her body, but this time it's a life sentence She is entrapped in a darkened room Her artistry is shackled, her body is scattered But her mind.... still loves the crescent moon With strand of her hair, she paints her mind Her canvas becomes undefined She starts to fill the color, the blues, red, the velvety lilacs and tint of white To paint the scarlet night, in her vivid insight
Imagery is the literary term used for language and description that appeals to our five senses. When a writer attempts to describe something so that it appeals to our sense of smell, sight, taste, touch, or hearing; he/she has used imagery. Types of Imagery Visual imagery (sight) Auditory imagery (hearing) Olfactory imagery (smell) Gustatory imagery (taste) Tactile imagery (touch)
In "Man Versus Pepper," Roper vividly describes one man's experience with extra spicy food. Which is a combination of Visual imagery (sight),, Olfactory imagery (smell),,Gustatory imagery (taste) and Tactile imagery (touch)
One sniff gives a clue of the heat within. First bite feels like swallowing a lighted blow torch, And tears stream from his eyes like a flash flood As the dying ghost pepper delivers its savage revenge.
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1 Gift 2 Umbrella 3 Feather 4 Moon 5 Rain 6 Butterfly 7 Song
'The Song of Love'
You are a precious gift god-given In your love all my sins are forgiven Darling loving you is the only art Only passion of my artistic heart
You ignited a fire in me that night A desire that I hide due to fright You kissed me under your umbrella And I became your only Cinderella
Your touch like gliding feather We both forgetting the weather Your caress like breezing wind In loves tide we lost our mind
With every kiss, I'll make sure dear I'm with you, there is no need to fear We have the blessings of the moon We'll be together in life pretty soon
Your whispers in the pouring rain Music to me, want to hear it again I keep touching you more and more Never heard a sweeter melody before
Oh my love, listen to my hearbeat The tune of love only when we meet Oh pretty flower, I'm your butterfly Drinking in your nectar, I flutter by
You are the unheard melodious song Forever in my heart do you belong Darling, won't you sing for me tonight Another song as we lose in love's delight
Darling, let me give you never-ending love as my gift You are an angel with a feather-like heart so soft I'll wait for you with my umbrella, If it rains again don't cry Under the moon we'll sing the song of 'the flower and the butterfly'