Above you I stare

[Poeta Demonio]

Above you I stare- yet who am I?
I sold my soul to a merchant
Of hearts lighter than pillow
Cases, a gold casket lay before
My eyes, swaying back and
Forth with the shimmers of
Reflection; opening of a curtain
Certain to meet its fall before
Sunrise calls for awaking

Rather than broken sonnets
I choose to read words of
Silence, I choose to scatter
Ash into a box, rather than
A tray; I sleep with cool
Blue seas; calm the tides
With a pull of my finger
Tips; collecting the suns
Light in my entity of solitude

Lovers gaze upon me
With blank eye lids covering
Their pupils, believing
In me to bring birth
To their dormant lips

Clouds take my eyes
Into a blind mist
Yet allow me to peer
Through opaque
Veils of vanilla sorbet

Man stepped upon my skull
Once, to find life in the
Antique enigma known
As mystery; they search
The sky to view my face
Through glasses formed
By concaved crystals

Visit me when the sun
Touches sky line, and the
Stars come out for play
I will be waiting until
The day we formally meet

-Poeta

[Poeta Demonio]

upping.

[Infinite Intelligence]

confident in yourself here huh? dope piece... to me it seemed as if you were speaking through the perspective of an omega or something, knowing your exellentness, yet insecure lol.

"Lovers gaze upon me
With blank eye lids covering
Their pupils, believing
In me to bring birth
To their dormant lips"

i liked that part.. the "i'm the shit" attitude here is very appealing to me, mainly because i can relate seeing as i feel the same way about myself. metaphorically speaking, it had its fill from start to finish, with lines like...

Of hearts lighter than pillow
Cases, a gold casket lay before
My eyes, swaying back and
Forth with the shimmers of
Reflection...

&

Clouds take my eyes
Into a blind mist
Yet allow me to peer
Through opaque
Veils of vanilla sorbet

i was very satisfied with the metaphoric value. the flow of this peace started off slow to me in the beginning, but picked up in the end of the first stanza, when you said...

opening of a curtain
Certain to meet its fall before
Sunrise calls for awaking

very nice flow here, and it continued throughout the piece, overall very satisfying.

[Poeta Demonio]

Hmm, it wasn't actually about that atall, but to be honest it's about what the reader percieves so i wont say you're wrong or right, because that would be ignorant of me.

But hey, thanks for the feed regardless.

[Poeta Demonio]

Upping