Description: this is something where i just sat down when i was in a certain mood. feeling a certain way and i just wrote whatever words came flowimg from my head to my hand to the tip of the pen finally to the paper. ...so i apologize if it doesnt have a meaning to other people. im sorry if it doesnt make sense to you. but thats the beauty of art. there is no formula to poetry or expression in general...so dont tell me it doesnt make sense...i know it might not...
lol didnt mean to sound like a bitch..alright any criticism (besides the no meaning thing) any suggestions for anything i can do to add to it...man. i dont know lol. just comment as you please! lol.
A Diffident Sensuality -------------------------------------------
I belong where, in the skies of my thoughts;
in the sea of what's good or of evil descent?
The soft tender touch of the breath of my skin,
is ever so gentle upon your whisper's outlying armor
What you have is really good but to me it just begs for more. You start out with that huge question and then, it seems to me, fail to fully explore it. You've obviously decided to go with the good here, so let us see the complete picture.
This did make sense to me. This is just beautiful. It kinda makes me think of how teh world is today; how it's filled with good and evil and how people on the outside may be like "amor" but on the inside they are soft and gentle. beatiful poem.
Alright, since, as you very clearly said, the content may not make sense to anyone but yourself, I'll just say I thought it was beautiful. I really liked the piece, it's word choice, and construction. I'm fond of things that don't specific structure, and I'm a minimalist as well, so, yeah, I enjoyed this. The second stanza is quite interesting, kind of switching it up there. Anyway, yeah, good stuff. This comment is so helpful... sorry lol