7Here is a poem a wrote that planted the seeds in my head that would later sprout into one of my longer stories, call Harsh Scenes of Different Stars. I think it's probably confusing to anyone other than me, so some feedback would be grand.
A Flower Said.
By Aleksy Lorraine
With little but belligerent steps,
Frustrated demonstrations of those who wed-
The sky. In dreams, a flower wept
Harsh scenes of distant stars.
Courtship dire in thins webs,
Of social calamities and dread.
Wondering, briefly,
of things unsaid.
Generating and perpetuating
A purple stream of indulgent-
Lies. Lingering scents of
The putrid undead.
Adoration, rooted and seething
In the deepest of emotional-
Pathos. Harken the call of
Those who neglect.
The flower who wept
The flower who wed
Harsh scenes of distant stars.
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