The taste for perfect passion is winding away
Perfect passion fpr everything
Now coiled around your lurid heart
Is the sly manipulating touch
Still, you can catch breath in a bottle
And keep it hidden with prime skill
Counterclockwise time ticks fast
It meanders down a spine as it takes you by surprise
Your words and condescendence have already dug its path
Why waste your valued time?
Pride is taken in daily doses
And the stinging savour is easily aquired
So stop now the spiraling day
Of what is nothing is actually something
1. The voice of this poem is that of knowing the tricky
skills of words and the effect it can have on someone.
2. The mood that I would express is the mood of being
intellegent and not putting up with peoples' stupid ways
and words and their lack of compassion
3. I would use sly slow movements and then quick
stacotto like movements
4. Being in front of people who have their complete focas on you
makes me pretty nervous for whatever it is
if its just for a few minutes even. This is a different kind of assignment
and it seems very unique and fun.
5. It adds more to the poem. It expresses more about the poem and
brings out the inner feeling and emotion of the poem.
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