Okay, everyone! I've decided to share one of my (albeit, crappy) poems. D:

Recently, in my Creative Writing class, we had to write a poem in response to an art piece.

And I chose a piece that stood out to me: A graveyard, with the frontal gravestone having a revolving door in it, and a hazy view of some paintings through the tombstone on a wall.

The artist is a sort of juxtaposition photographer; he photographs things together that seem odd and cool like that. xD So, Cloud and Aerith just jumped into my head, and I had to write about it! So, here you all are~! Tell me what you think!

Revolution

Past the tombstones marked Dearly Beloved
Where the crystal snowflakes make amends with the earth
Daffodils brush the edges of one
Marked simply,
She Goes On.
Through the revolving door, glimpses of her past
Long brown hair and green eyes that laughed
Silently, while keeping a wistful sadness
Deep within their spheres.
See the paintings on the wall
The ones she held so dear?
Mothers, friends, and the blonde boy
Whose icy blue eyes encased an unthawed warmth
And openly showed his insecurity.
The ice, the snow, begin to melt
But, all too soon, she’s whisked away
So young, so vibrant, body left to decay
Yet she left her heart and spirit above the lake’s surface
To flit with the flowers, to blow with the breeze
To glow and shine with the stars.
This is why, you see, the blonde boy
Marked her grave this way…
Her favorite daffodils, this revolving door to her story
And the whispered truth that you never die.