Phrases, Poetry, Write ups and Stories telling it all through the eyes of a black girl s other, XiaYong.
Deep thoughts, Art and Mind craft.
As often as I can, every Thursday evenings, seldom mornings expect anything in English. Hopefully y’all like it on here and I get your minds taking longer walks in limbo, living in teacup houses, flying with baboon doves, dining with the angel of music and lots more…
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Read today’s piece: The Devil’s Bride
The Devil’s Bride,
The Black veil,
Torns for rings,
Molten magma for shoes,
Sorrows for vows,
Tears for kisses,
Worries for offsprings,
Death for life.
I feel the curve run through the left side of my face,
I hear of a place faraway called Earth,
Where evil breeds,
I dream of this place,
Away and beyond,
With my being and can be me,
Do as I please.
He calls out to me,
I am a his slave and pleased I am.
I lay to my head to sleep,
With my head in the clouds
Amidst my dreams and wonders.
The Demon’s Bride.
– Words of a black girl’s other.
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Oh, you should read it again from bottom up, some Palindrome stuff.
See you guys again, next Thursday.
5 thoughts on “The Devil’s Bride”
I have a reserved first love for poetry, I like this.
This is not poetry
You are under an influence and it is not beautiful
It is dark, ugly and very dangerous for your well being
I have a very avid mind and I learned early that I shouldn’t expose it to everything
You will do well to do the same.
Chart your course!
I am unfollowing you by the way.
We are on opposite sides, I am a child of the Most High God
I am not quite sure who your father is but our connection stops now.
*sigh, I’m trying hard not to be insultive, but ignorance is definitely at work here.
Poetry, as art is supposed to appreciated as what it is: art! Being an artist involves getting in touch with emotions that may not be peculiar to the individual(artist). Its why a grown man could write from a childs point of view, or a young woman from an aged, dying mans perspective or in this case, a young woman as the devils bride.
Instead of self righteousness, I recommend a cold coke. Chill, sit back and enjoy the finer things in life, eg: good poetry.
Ps: we are all children of God.
Simple. I like simple poetry.
Short. I love short poems.