Contributions by: Madballzer &RidhiGaur9
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Over the commotion of touches and empty
scotch graveyards which smell of live bodies
pressing together with tulips and marigolds,
Both of which are a darker white (with a subtle
tint of ocher),I saw a grumpy goddess,
With her hair shining like stars and her eyes burning,
like the sea at sunset; it was as beautiful...
It was devastating, she was standing there erect,
away from the crowds, looking straight ahead,
With a fire that held a promise to burn.
With a frown, like the sky is with the clouds,
With the sun peeking glances over the world ; so naïve it must seem,
to those who look at it differently,
But the sky was a vicious vulture or, as I would say to them,
It was only her; the pretty eyes and electric soul
that only glowed when it was darker than you'd ever know.
Her delicate figure obscured the danger that surrounded her though,
The scowl but that marred her gentle face,
That compelled them to believe that there was something they could help her with.
Some trouble, or perhaps a gentle touch maybe,
That would help her breathe out a sigh of relief....
But it wasn't much of a choice for her, and it isn't much of a choice,
For me as I let her bleed golden stained blood from copper vessels,
And grungy, blue green algae shines like coloured diamonds,
As she is hammered, broken, dismantled.
For her electric soul and inner spark that,
Though seared whoever dared came close,
Was enticing enough to not have them care for their worth.
Her wars and miseries draped in pitiful mercy, the gold; ah the literal.....
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A statue is a work of art which is often just 'beautiful' to the naked eye. Not many take the time to stop for a better look. But there are a few of us who do take a closer look and try to understand the deeper emotions a simple piece of art can convey without sneaking. This work of ours is about a forlorn statue in a graveyard that conveys myriad human emotions if only someone understands what it actually says.
-RidhiGaur9
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