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- Posted: Tue, 17 Jun 2014 21:55:47 +0000
It's a visualization poem of the music video Rose by Lee Hi , which I requested emotion_bigheart
He's looking for a publisher D:
The Shifting Rose
Colorless hands gloved, cupping red roses
A place of white roses, pillars of whiteness,
a colorless place, where the only color is me
The wind scurries away the colored petals of red
Tainted pink petals fall, drifting down the sides
Inked markings are placed, thorns drip of blood
The whitened location blinds the eyes for a moment
Shifting to another sight, to a blurred hue,
of disarrayed grey, changing images of sections
The colorless world, the inked body, and the wolf
Alas the words inked on flesh are clear
reading pray four us, The red flowers,
they have blurred in the palms of hands
A zoomed picture of a tainted pink rose is seen
Whiteness returns, consuming the place of wonder
As it quickly returns to different stages of moments
As sign is revealed telling those who read to run
The needle that inked the skin lays silently
A tattooed fist is shown on the sight of an arm
The signs return proclaiming many things that are jumbled
Wielding a whitened gun of power is oddly heavy when lifted
Wind gently blows through this child's hair in the white light
The white flowered room is peaceful and full of tranquility,
but, is always a lonesome place for just a single mind
Parallel roses fused together are held in a moment
A uniformed soldier in white is only seen by his visor and helm
Another inked marking on the arm is shown quoting one word, life
Slowly griming the roses in the palm of these gloved hands
The uniformed soldier is seen for a brief moment yet again,
and replaced by the girl lost in the whitened place of labyrinths
Dressed in flowers the simplistic image of the girl truly is
The flowers gripped in the gloved hands are crushed together
Shaded flowers from white to pink are worn on as a headdress
Rose's floating in an organised fashion, assembled int rows
Signs proclaiming for those that read as follows, just run away
Whiteness has consumed everything in this place of wonder
The softness of skin is colored on its own, same as the hair in the wind
Blood flows fro the whitened thorns are the white roses of snowiness
These signs are repetitively shown throughout the message is run
Imprisoned in a room of white, brokenness is seen in the background
Bullet holes marking shattered walls, creating a disarrayed of beauty
Soldiers storm the place of white sight, More signs proclaim, run
Carefully treading the land of whitened land, the soldiers push on
Whitened flowers fragrance spread throughout the scene of uncertainty
These soldiers, searching and scanning for something seemingly unknown
A wolf stalks them in the cornered whiteness, prepared, ready, waiting
Blood smoked redness shrouds a spot near an armed soldier, looking away
The crushed flowers have become a fine powder, a leaf is what remains
More and more troops push through, onward in the whiteness
Dressed in a red top and blackened skirt, in the room of floating roses
White silk flows fluently with the wind, pressing it around the air
A rose standing tall, is touched, and seen to be a fake, white petals and stem
this flower is seen a fake, wobbling after being touched, the others are same
Dancing in the whitened silk with the flowing frequency of the wind
Imprisoned with the faked roses, unwillingly to the submission of falling
Awkwardly shaped pose of the flow of dancing in the whitened silk
Others join the dance, dressed in the same whitened silk,
lost in the wonderment of posed dance movements
One adjoins the sectioned room dressed in red flowers
The others pause in the moment of her grace, as the wind flows
Singing, adorned in the petaled dress,
where as others are suited to fit as whitened flowers
Colorless roses are drawn for this pictured scene
These roses are thornless and everywhere here
More signs are shown in a capacity, much unknown
Shifting from the signs to the scene of thornless roses
Softness is a clear vision, when looking upon the scenes
As a clear message is shown proclaiming a truth,
Every rose has its thorns
Entrapped in the webbed pipes of whiteness
Same as the soldiers in white and black, yin and yang
Uniformed troops scanning for something, much unknown
Pushing forward and prepared to kill, the colorless soldiers are
The roses around the scene of a fragrant flower are of a stained glass
Caged by whitened poles of uncertainty, imprisoned with the words
Armed and primed to kill anything in sight, they walk further on
Trapped in the vastness of the whitened piped labyrinth, staying still
Letters are frozen, stuck to the piped webbing,
colored amongst the colorless scenery
Ignorant to the message in red, the soldiers do not see,
they push forward
The cupped rose petals are rubbed firmly together,
as if trying to wash off the stains of morality
Explosions of flames erupts from the ground,
startling the troops of black and white
Multiple explosions erupt like geysers from the underground
The crumbled petals fall, as more geyser like explosions erupt
Blood drenched branches have grown attached to this being of beauty,
wearing a necklace made of dead tree, painted white, dressed in white
She poses as a tree of lifelessness,
as the troops kneel and go prone
Startled and unaware of what to expect next
The remaining petals are crunched more in the gripping hands
All is lost in the emptiness of the whitened sight of eternal imprisonment
adsfhgjhkjl i love it emotion_bigheart gaia_kittenstar
He's looking for a publisher D:
The Shifting Rose
Colorless hands gloved, cupping red roses
A place of white roses, pillars of whiteness,
a colorless place, where the only color is me
The wind scurries away the colored petals of red
Tainted pink petals fall, drifting down the sides
Inked markings are placed, thorns drip of blood
The whitened location blinds the eyes for a moment
Shifting to another sight, to a blurred hue,
of disarrayed grey, changing images of sections
The colorless world, the inked body, and the wolf
Alas the words inked on flesh are clear
reading pray four us, The red flowers,
they have blurred in the palms of hands
A zoomed picture of a tainted pink rose is seen
Whiteness returns, consuming the place of wonder
As it quickly returns to different stages of moments
As sign is revealed telling those who read to run
The needle that inked the skin lays silently
A tattooed fist is shown on the sight of an arm
The signs return proclaiming many things that are jumbled
Wielding a whitened gun of power is oddly heavy when lifted
Wind gently blows through this child's hair in the white light
The white flowered room is peaceful and full of tranquility,
but, is always a lonesome place for just a single mind
Parallel roses fused together are held in a moment
A uniformed soldier in white is only seen by his visor and helm
Another inked marking on the arm is shown quoting one word, life
Slowly griming the roses in the palm of these gloved hands
The uniformed soldier is seen for a brief moment yet again,
and replaced by the girl lost in the whitened place of labyrinths
Dressed in flowers the simplistic image of the girl truly is
The flowers gripped in the gloved hands are crushed together
Shaded flowers from white to pink are worn on as a headdress
Rose's floating in an organised fashion, assembled int rows
Signs proclaiming for those that read as follows, just run away
Whiteness has consumed everything in this place of wonder
The softness of skin is colored on its own, same as the hair in the wind
Blood flows fro the whitened thorns are the white roses of snowiness
These signs are repetitively shown throughout the message is run
Imprisoned in a room of white, brokenness is seen in the background
Bullet holes marking shattered walls, creating a disarrayed of beauty
Soldiers storm the place of white sight, More signs proclaim, run
Carefully treading the land of whitened land, the soldiers push on
Whitened flowers fragrance spread throughout the scene of uncertainty
These soldiers, searching and scanning for something seemingly unknown
A wolf stalks them in the cornered whiteness, prepared, ready, waiting
Blood smoked redness shrouds a spot near an armed soldier, looking away
The crushed flowers have become a fine powder, a leaf is what remains
More and more troops push through, onward in the whiteness
Dressed in a red top and blackened skirt, in the room of floating roses
White silk flows fluently with the wind, pressing it around the air
A rose standing tall, is touched, and seen to be a fake, white petals and stem
this flower is seen a fake, wobbling after being touched, the others are same
Dancing in the whitened silk with the flowing frequency of the wind
Imprisoned with the faked roses, unwillingly to the submission of falling
Awkwardly shaped pose of the flow of dancing in the whitened silk
Others join the dance, dressed in the same whitened silk,
lost in the wonderment of posed dance movements
One adjoins the sectioned room dressed in red flowers
The others pause in the moment of her grace, as the wind flows
Singing, adorned in the petaled dress,
where as others are suited to fit as whitened flowers
Colorless roses are drawn for this pictured scene
These roses are thornless and everywhere here
More signs are shown in a capacity, much unknown
Shifting from the signs to the scene of thornless roses
Softness is a clear vision, when looking upon the scenes
As a clear message is shown proclaiming a truth,
Every rose has its thorns
Entrapped in the webbed pipes of whiteness
Same as the soldiers in white and black, yin and yang
Uniformed troops scanning for something, much unknown
Pushing forward and prepared to kill, the colorless soldiers are
The roses around the scene of a fragrant flower are of a stained glass
Caged by whitened poles of uncertainty, imprisoned with the words
Armed and primed to kill anything in sight, they walk further on
Trapped in the vastness of the whitened piped labyrinth, staying still
Letters are frozen, stuck to the piped webbing,
colored amongst the colorless scenery
Ignorant to the message in red, the soldiers do not see,
they push forward
The cupped rose petals are rubbed firmly together,
as if trying to wash off the stains of morality
Explosions of flames erupts from the ground,
startling the troops of black and white
Multiple explosions erupt like geysers from the underground
The crumbled petals fall, as more geyser like explosions erupt
Blood drenched branches have grown attached to this being of beauty,
wearing a necklace made of dead tree, painted white, dressed in white
She poses as a tree of lifelessness,
as the troops kneel and go prone
Startled and unaware of what to expect next
The remaining petals are crunched more in the gripping hands
All is lost in the emptiness of the whitened sight of eternal imprisonment
adsfhgjhkjl i love it emotion_bigheart gaia_kittenstar
