New,Sand,Oasis,Love Ballad ...Any thoughts?

,New, Sand, Oasis, Love Ballad





If sand is made from dried tears,


Then I've made a desert.





My brain is an oasis. A freedome of the


Harsh, grainy wind. Which is love.


An oasis gives me nourishment with honeysuckle blooms.


An oasis. From the outside looking in


You wouldn't guess I was there.





I let my hair down and leave. My feet


Take me to an Oasis. And while I'm there I


Hide my eyes behind smoke.


-The holes to my soul, they say.


With so much sand, I feel nearly buried.





Only when I grasp the first branch do I say,


"I'm here", "I've made it."


I take my cigarette, and comes the smoke.








We mingle our brains. We've shared everything.


All I've given as gifts, I've gotten in return.


I'm happy.


And blessed rain comes pouring down.


My bitter, salty conscience; like my skin, are


Clean and white again.


I love.

New,Sand,Oasis,Love Ballad ...Any thoughts?
The speaker seems weird, creepy, grotesque, bizarre! If taken literally but I think it is a love poem. The images chosen convey a different meaning though.





Sample this:





We mingle our brains


If sand is made from dried tears,


Then I've made a desert.


My brain is an oasis. with honeysuckle blooms


My feet/Take me to an Oasis


The holes to my soul


My bitter, salty conscience; like my skin, are


Clean and white





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Reply:Aww, so sweet. Kazuma, your poetry is so open and revealing. I love it. You have a way of reaching into your soul and then putting it on the page, albeit misspelled. That's okay though. I love the lines 5,6,7 in the last stanza. Thanks for the feel good day.