So, as I said, I got magnetic poetry for Christmas, and my mother also bought me a cookie sheet to stick the words too. They all seem so odd out of context. I was feeling bored so this is what I came up with. I still don't really know what to say.

picture of the moment

singing sweet visions of
rose rains and fingers
she is our girl
and her bitter love
and sordid beauty
she is the gift of eternity
to live a frantic life
with her blue boy
an acheing
repulsive worship of blood
and delicate skin
delirious screams
to a whisper
there is no sea or sky
to trudge through
so leave the road behind
take her to soar
above sleep over a symphony
they heave beneath
the flood of music
as it will crush them.