I chase her like a rainbow chases burning starlight in a golden field.
My feet are torn and bloody, shot through with an ounce of preventable ill.
On and on she goes, stopping for the monster, leaving without her shoes.
I am the fine hero, I carry a blunted sword and a shield of glass.
My boots are made of the whistling grasses, my helmet is of straw.
She looks to the grave and offers me the sun's burning brightness.
Cream melts into a puddle on the floor, too beautiful to bother.
She pulled my shoes off and tossed my bullets to the truth.
I kissed her goodnight and left her in the ravine, alone with her elephant.
I am no hero, my head is full of yarn, my body made of coal.
My steed is made of rotted pine my fighting arm is torn from me.
She holds my armor for me should I fight her for it.
My pocket is full of melted cream, I bite a piece and try to swallow.
She leaves my armor in a heap to deal with better things.
Spoiler
So this is my first time writing poetry on here. I tried to make it extra confusing. Also, I have no concept of rhythm right now, so there's a little but not a lot. I'm half-asleep. I need to write a report. Rip it up like a child with a paper napkin made of LIES.
Cailey grasped most of the confusing stuff that could be cleared out and my only other nitpick is the structure... Icebender said that the off-flow kindof flowed, and maybe she's right but I still think this piee is too massive, it's all bucked up in a big square... that sounds weird... I mean, I'd like some space to breath in. All your lines are very long, and they could all be divided into two lines, example, the first part;