It had been days and nights of rain, sun shone this morning, and gave sparkle and luster to tiny drops on leaves of the Norfolk pine. shafts of rays revealed crystals and diamonds upon layers of green. what lovely gems, the sun creates.
Little insect that dwells into the dangling cocoon Lend me your silk that is enhanced in voodoo Look at the beautiful crystals that are above That traps the angels and their golden harps and doves Enhance to me your white smeared poison kiss And I’ll be sure to melt with not even a hiss Unravel your gown and engulf me into the silk That’s already lost its flowers and gained its milk
Made off of two antagonists, who are mother and daughter in my story. I guess you could say the first four lines are for the daughter, and the four are for the mother? They're evil butterfly fairies with the power of making crystals, trapping people in their hair, and I guess some poisonous attack with the "lipstick" they use?
I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth Mine was made of diamond, sapphire, ruby, and jade Far more precious than those spoons of silver and gold Because I didn't know money But I knew love The most precious gem that you can't buy
She fears that she'll drown in her tearstained diamonds, or expose her rough skin to find no more vermilion rubies. She becomes a ruined landscape as she brushes the black jewels out of her matted hair, even if her emerald eyes aren't tough enough to withstand that pain.
She dreads for the moment when the world will not accept her own beauty. Why can't she understand? Why can't she realise? Though she holds the rare jewels of a king, no one shall buy those cursed gems.
surrendering to the angel you send in the night tarnishing night with stars you set, of mementos, gems sweetened into being by the heat of unknown fun in the warning sun in the worsening need to see the warm winds in your hair, see it myself my vigil, diadem is a pen decrees are on each page that summer endings and I lay down to - it's dreaming of the soul that holds my soul
Sapphire eyes across the room, Two oceans etched inside the moon. Twin skylines descended to human form, But behind lies two heavy storms. Typhoons of ideal, perfect things, Susanoo’s double diamond rings. Perfect inside, perfect out. But always, always, always doubt.
Cliffside sunsets in the North Pacific's eyes- Glistening glass beaches are formed with bottles and rolling tides- Comfortable coves house today the stranger of guests- My still life humanoid soft shell pest- With pockets full of rocks that I have collected- Smooth, heavy, and colors inspected-
Man, whoever finds me here unexpected- My face towards the sun and my red pools collected- Will honor my wishes and let me keep what I've selected- To mingle with pores, a sediment element for a sedentary stationary-
To let a part of me be a part of it- Roll with the tides and spread where I sit- Die and dye where salted breeze blows- Making blood stone pebbles for traveling flows.