Growing Thin

[Ashley]

I'd bottle all your kisses,
If only for a day,
You're my sedentary mistress,
I never loved you anyway,
Over the ocean, yet
Far far away,

Lies a glitter box of fairies,
Who whisper through the trees,
And placate all of your,
Wants and your needs,

Who devised this anyway?
This crazy theatrical madness,
Every day, it just makes me,
Sadder and sadder,

Where are the flowers?
Growing in pastures of political powers.

Though they never saw it coming,
It had actually never left,
Such a dark and foul experiment.

 

[New]

I like this. To me, it's either about addiction or separating yourself from society due to pining over a lost love. It has a certain dark power which intrigues me.

 

[Ashley]

I like this. To me, it's either about addiction or separating yourself from society due to pining over a lost love. It has a certain dark power which intrigues me.

Thanks New, hope you've been well.

It's about both of those things. Addiction, and isolating myself from life due to the pain of what I thought was a potentially lost love. I feel it is dark in an odd way too, almost didn't post it as I wasn't entirely happy with it. Thanks for your comments.

A.

 

[Ashley]

Here is an updated version of the same piece as above. Let me know what you guys think, I'd really like to know everyone's opinions. But especially you, New.

Growing Thin (version 2.0)

In a bottle, I would capture off all of your kisses,
And if it was only for a day,
You are my sedentary mistress of distress,
I doubt that I ever loved you anyway,
That bottle would drift,
Over the ocean, and
Far far away.

There lies a glitter box of trapped fairies,
Who yearn to escape their latch locked prison,
So that they can take to the sky,
And whisper through the trees, as they please,
Whilst going about making sure to,
Placate all of your wants, and your needs.

I ask, who devised this chaos anyway?!
It's a stage show of proportions of theatrical madness,
Still every day, it just me a little more
Sadder and sadder.

I scream, where are the damn flowers?!
What do they say?
Why, they're growing in pastures of political powers.

And though, as if blinded, they never saw it coming,
When it stalked up behind them,
Such a dark and foul experiment.

Ash.

 

[New]

I like how you've managed to highlight the helplessness that accompanies the frustration of lost love. I think that's an important facet of loss that a lot of people seem to forget about.

I also enjoy your rhetorical rage against people who seem to have it together and how emotionless they seem. Good show, Ashley. Good show.