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I would like to be dying in a heaven known to no God
I can hold a grudge, so I’ll be
passing in my own quarter.

Perfection is impossible amidst my apocalypse
Where stars fall from rapture and
Fizzle out on my chest.

Hell is a hole consumed by many angels,
And the honest response is
I don't do tricks.
©2007-2009 ~flesh-box
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Give me your interpretation if you please.




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this one is strange, i think because i don't understand it as much of your others.

i like this part;

Where stars fall from rapture and

Fizzle out on my chest.

and also the ending on the word 'tricks', makes it sound like it's ended if that makes sense.

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I love it how each sentence rolls off the tongue, with an almost 'harsh' whip.... I also think that it is of perfect length.

I think I get this. This, this poem, this piece of philosophical writing entwined with such unique and powerful words.

I like it how you are making such broard statements in your writing, yet it is not pages and pages of writing waffling jargon.

You are to the point, precise in your word choice and it has resonated into a powerful piece of writing that I want to read often.

I'd fave it over and over again.

Be confident in this sort of writing, because it is so damn good.

You sound wise, you are wise.... so wise beyond your years my dear valued friend.

As you can tell I am missing you Ms :iconflesh-box: and I cannot wait until Friday day when you me and Miss-newley-graduated-from-uni-C are hanging.

:heart:

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- annihilated with one twist of my trick scissors -
I interpret this as creating your own heaven, your own destructive end and beginning. It's so wonderous, being so short and filled with views and beliefs in such a short amount of space. Lovely.

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Oh, let her fade.
It's so damn precise, and so damn good.
Like a surgical tool.
It's something hidden in something simple.
I like this style of writing very, very much.

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"A place to momentarily house all the abstractions."
:) THanks Hannah. Long time no hear! Glad to know your hearts still beating. What's been happening? :heart:

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Expect the worst, accept the worst, demand the worst.
I like religious wording in scripts
It adds depth and cultural understanding.
The last line makes me think of carnivale' prostitution.

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Touch your thighs I'm the lonely one
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Just working and trying to sort my mind out.
Trying to save up some money to go on a vacation from laziness.

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"A place to momentarily house all the abstractions."
My interpretation is just like saying 'leave me alone' to the gods, I'm not perfect but I'm not to going to rollover and worship you because of a threat of damnation. I'll take my own version of heaven away from the bandwagoners and the pretenders. Perfection will not and can not be a part of heaven.

Mind blowin' piece of work, anything that short that can make me think that much has to be epic.

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One day your life will flash before your eyes, make it worth watching. -Unknown
Wow, thanks very much for the response. Nice interpretation!

:)

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Expect the worst, accept the worst, demand the worst.

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