Plot For Land

[Hannibal]

The wind whispers through the trees,
As I'm haunted with your voice,
The same trill beauty that the birds sing to me,
Sounding off with the same utter smoothness of your voice.

Oh your voice and the dreams I've had,
My imagination running wild with ideas,
Of your voice suspending high in the midst of a scream,
Cut short with a giggle of laughter,
Or perhaps a gurgle of pain.

I wish someday to suspend you in the air,
And laugh as you cry about your wieghtlessness,
Your unwillingness to accept the unreality,
And imagine as I do of your voice.

Mearly trees surround me,
But I see you,
Breathe your breaths,
And believe your dreams,
Hear your voice,
And cry your tears.

I don't want to drop you,
I dont want to see you burn,
This fire above which you are suspended so carefully,
In my minds eye,
As well as my eyes' eye.
This unreality of mental versus physical.

Oh how sweet your flesh does taste,
But it's not quite done,
I'll wait the additional five minutes,
Before I feast upon your flesh.

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[rose]

its beautiful and yet cynical all at the same time. your works(to me anyway) arent the same as these last two. whatever it is the gives u these ideas...i hope it sticks around.
the ending made me smile cause i could see with a sinister grin on your face.."Before i feast upon your flesh"....little scary. but i think that u meant it in a different light...tell me which.

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[Hannibal]

To be frank about it, Sinister was the idea behind this one. At first I imagined a man on a beach alone, in the evening, and how he longed for the perfect woman, and dreamt of her. *I put myself in this mans shoes for hte part of the poem*. But as he dreamed his visions became clouded with bad ideas, then for the ending I wanted it to kinda seem like a movie, ya know? How they have this close up, and it looks like a guy, then when you look at the big picture, he's like, standing in front of a HUGE murder scene with dead bodies all around.
Something more to be a "go getter" then anything else really. I just wanted to catch and grab the reader with a morbid ending.
The poem, I felt, hinted at it all the way through, so why not make it reality. *nods*
Hope that cleared it up.
What has been so different in my last couple poems do you think?

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[rose]

i dont know. its not something that i can directly pinpoint. i dont know if they just seem more clearer to me, like its meaning in the content, or maybe they just flowed better. its just one thing that struck me as i read the last two. i like.

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