It Seems to Be

she sees the world through clouded eyes her genius lay hidden under years of dust collected on her soul inner bravery unseen, for self-loating overthrew happiness a cynical twist to the christmas tree-- --her image one of poison candy canes so sweet and inviting...yet dangerous to untrained heart she'll taint your blood with piercing words then perform a transfusion with gentle caress sew your stitches with mint flavored dental floss rip them out with rusty needles or so it appears to be her amazing voice serenades your very mind bringing forth unknown theories of human nature for her words can prove to be contagious... ...more appealing than any book-taught lesson an inhuman wit courses continuously through her veins searching as a hawk would for any opportunity to descend victims cant decipher the incident-- --sarcasm or thought of purity? brought forth from past hatred and further past hurt an anger boils under the surface..pushed away just far enough as to hid the bitterly apparent tears flowing her soul bleeds with the need to scream...to kill the demon within yet it is hard to drown the sorrow with happiness when an hour of laughter equals only a flicker of tears, anger a veil of mystic engulfs her every breath, each waking step draping her words with illusion, her actions with diversion she remains a lead tipped butterfly-- beautiful to the vision...harmful if not careful she'll taint your blood with piercing words then perform a transfusion with gentle caress sew your stitches with mint flavored dental floss rip them out with rusty needles or so it appears to be clouded entity flows eternally closer a wonderful companion...teaching me lessons each moment trusting those whose appearance may fool breathing with love for another, diverse soul who cries under the same moon, whose blood is red with the same oxygen exterior so cool, within warm as blazing fire an ice cube with a core temperature of 85 degrees she'll poison your soul with genius thoughts make you believe your life is true clean your wounds with deepest love set your heart aflame ...or so it appears to mewritten for my best friend, Casey...she asked me to describe her in poetry form-this is what happened Written March 21st, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 05:26 AM PST, Nichole   18 • 0 • 8