Mellifluous Murmurs

Long Walk To Freedom

I wrote this in the beginning of 2015 when I was still a freshman in high school. (I am a junior now) So yeah xD I know it's a little different, but it was an English project. I even did it with a diorama. If I were to explain the diorama, then it'd probably be quite sad. I painted the background a reddish-pink color as if it were a dying sunset and added a lawn chair, as so if a person were watching their last sunset by the sparkling waters. :) And also, if you notice in the poem below, rhyming was my thing back then.. (kinda still is) but I now prefer to write free verse than to try to make words come together. Anyways, here it is.

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Paradise, I carefully said

"My love that never cut off," My lips mumbled with absolutely no dread.

My sight was a visual that started to make my insides lightly scream

but I had no choice but to sit there and watch a light strike a high beam.

I was gathering my set of thoughts into a dress of a journal

for I haven't thought of discarding every sour negative in accordance to the freshness of a vernal.

My body was a sacrificed, lonesome soul to the precious

I was feeling as to not brag, but I did feel the need to ponder around the idea that my emotions have gone completely unpretentious.

My golden worthy shall go to good use

because I was soon hoping that I don't go ragged and sour as I turn into the biggest wrath of a fuse.

With the filled intelligence that I have recently forced into my brain, 

I was thinking other and aside of being completely insane!

The misfortune of a tragedy will always change its ways

into a probable of beautiful and bright sunny days.

To the love I cherished into a wholesome of a world I call my family

not thinking twice to the other half I categorized as insanity.

I decided to hop on and dash through the clouds above,

but I was soon stopped when I realized that I was conversing with a sweet, white dove.

Success turned out to be a representative of effort 

but I stumbled upon rocks of the seas when I suddenly lurched. 

I craved the innocence of the adolescent of who I once was

I reminsced all of the good memories when I snapped into reality from a loud and irritating buzz.

Looking out into the beautiful sunset of a gaze,

I felt the warmth of the cold air give a surrounding graze.

The flag of my territory has colors that have no meaning to explain

I vowed my heard upon it, and that shall definitely maintain!

Warm colors of such scenery, that I do admire 

it's better than jewelry, even the crystal sand that I used to aspire.

A papyrus of which I spot out into the wild, 

I shook my head at the realization that I wrote my poetry just like a child.