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Mars

There is this glass world, above which stars create themselves.
Numberless, gold, altogether invincible.
Minds melt in them, and the heart, in devotion also.
They are my organs.
The glass mirrors these stars, and the gold, and in passion.

A blood globe now, black, ferocious,
Arrests the light.  Steals the stars. Plucks them out like jewels.
It is your centre.
There are no desolate sands on this planet
There is only love.
©2005-2009 ~FrederickNeeds
:iconfrederickneeds:

Author's Comments

Written for a Burn Poetry competition with the subject being romance.
It's all a mixture of metaphor and simile really. Just think about it when you read it instead of reading it and not thinking. *nod*.
Enjoy.

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:iconxiccibanx:
Interesting, I like the language. Although I think if you intensify the imagery a little bit more the metaphors will be a little sharper as well.

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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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:iconoriginill:
fiercely natural. dig it.

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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
:icontentactically:
i love the subject matter and i love the grasp you have on what art is.

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casuality is being in a holding tank in distant city and being told you're weird and then coming to your local holding tank and being told the same thing.
:iconfrederickneeds:
wow. that's one of the best compiments i've ever recieved. thank you very much :hug:

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"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
:icontentactically:
i calls em like i sees em.

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casuality is being in a holding tank in distant city and being told you're weird and then coming to your local holding tank and being told the same thing.

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