Silver bottles hung from trees, filled with sweet vinegar and hidden under a white gelicide. Walking under the melted snow and over the soggy frost, my body feels as if it were an airgonaut, continuously soaring through the air. Red and white peppermint leaves fall from above the golden, grey sky. With my fingers gloved, I bring a sweet, melted chocolate to my lips and slowly dip its flavor into my awaiting tongue. My aeipathy for this paracosm, this bitter sweet sweven, was beyond the moons and gold filled skies. Like the flutter of freckles, and spicy stars, flavors so great dance over my mind. Deartuating the chocolate, I swallow and continue down this sugar sweet road. Similar to a brephophagist with a baby, I enjoy the honeysuckle and cotton clouds. Amorevolously, I shove creatures of candy into my arms, and I bajulate in order to continue in this blissful paracosm, a wonderful sweven. With my gummy filled eyes and sugar sweet teeth, I run through the air, flying as some would call it.
But then my eyes open, and a tragedy too great fills my sweven. I've awoken from this dream, this world of pure ecstasy.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
