Azurne
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(I was supposed to be writing an abecedarian poem. What happens? I write something completely unrelated and not productive in any way to my intended poem. To be honest, I'm not sure what kind of poem this is. I think with the amount of repetition I put in it, it's a prose poem, except I'm missing a main metaphor. ._.; )
Reality
Her hair is not quite as long, nor does it shine with a single vivacious color. When it blows in the wind, it does not gracefully flow in one fashion, but rather comes apart in threads which make a mess. Her skin is not a flawless milky white, instead sickly pale with acne scars that force her to stand out in a world of sun-kissed bodies and tanned voluptuous breasts. Her voice is not a gift to the ear, but speaks anyway to get her point across, and commands no one's attention but her own. Her eyes are not large endless orbs, nor do they show her every emotion. Instead they are small, and stare back at a world she decidedly loves. Her smile is not magical, nor does it make the entire room light up at the first quirk of her lips. Instead it brings her personal happiness, and an infinite joy which no 2-dimensional character can ever possess.
I hate my word choices, but that's what I get for scribbling it down in a parking lot. Suggestions are most welcome. D:
Reality
Her hair is not quite as long, nor does it shine with a single vivacious color. When it blows in the wind, it does not gracefully flow in one fashion, but rather comes apart in threads which make a mess. Her skin is not a flawless milky white, instead sickly pale with acne scars that force her to stand out in a world of sun-kissed bodies and tanned voluptuous breasts. Her voice is not a gift to the ear, but speaks anyway to get her point across, and commands no one's attention but her own. Her eyes are not large endless orbs, nor do they show her every emotion. Instead they are small, and stare back at a world she decidedly loves. Her smile is not magical, nor does it make the entire room light up at the first quirk of her lips. Instead it brings her personal happiness, and an infinite joy which no 2-dimensional character can ever possess.
I hate my word choices, but that's what I get for scribbling it down in a parking lot. Suggestions are most welcome. D: