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First person to translate ten symbols in the comments wins 100 pts!!

by LilPWilly


If your eyes are peepholes, your soul is sunshine and new views, a flame burdened only by means and culture, threatening--no, pleading--to scour the Earth and consume its glory. Copper in them is dipped in jade and lined with gold, the bronze canvas paling sadly with season and circumstance. The clouds of life overcast trust and melanin with menace, but somehow your diamond smile still curls her beckoning finger; Is this hand inconsistent with your chest? Do the falsities of the flawless draw themselves swooping across the page? My veil is removed now, paint your sleeve red, betray your long-kept treasures and forge a key for me, if you can. The treasure is priceless, no matter how ugly and black, a sentiment or a present, a fear of heights or of me. And if it drips with salt, I'll take the easel in my arms and stain my thumbs blue, brushing soft bronze and silky gold, syllables matching my beating heart.


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I love interpreting symbols and would have done it without a reward :>. So sure, allow me to explain my vision on your work.

"Peephole eyes" is roughly translated if we consider the eyes a mirror to the soul and therefore peephole eyes refer to the ability of people to look inside a person's whole being and observe their soul.

The soul as is portrayed as a flame so bright it is compared to a sunshine. Flames of this kind are free and playful however our flame seems to be burdened by the condition of a human which is limited by their own education, culture, morals etc. The soul's free spirit is further accentuated by their plead to scour the Earth. I love how you chose to make it be a flame and give the feeling of surrealness, something you can't touch but know it's there.

The following image involves a large variety of materials. Copper, as it is a little cheap, is dressed in jade and gold to accentuate the feeling of preciousness. In comparison the bronze canvas, on which it is dressed, pales significantly due to the circumstances I just mentioned. This image refers to the eyes and from what I could get these are some bright brown eyes with a white shine and golden sparks. The canvas therefore is the face on which the eyes rest and they are miles above in terms of beauty and significance.

The clouds of life made the face pale in comparison to the eyes it seems. The only thing precious on a face like this seems to be a diamond smile which, as you may have guessed, is a whole lot more expensive than the gold lined jade eyes. A diamond smile refers to the quality of a genuine smile, one so bright it destroys any attempt to say it is not.

What follows are some rhetorical questions that hit pretty hard. The hand inconsistent with the chest are , in my view, the way someone loves and their heart beats really hard for that person but don't do anything to keep the love, to match it on a practical level. The flawless are false, this work states. It refers to the flawless persona the other person made for themselves and which is slowly crumbling apart.

The removal of the veil is the reveal of the cold reality. This might cause a chain reaction in which the other person, disappointed in what they see, will betray and lock the love treasure that was given to them. The treasure is priceless, the feelings were genuine and even if it may have been considered ugly, it is priceless.

The salt dripping refers to the tears some may spill as an effect of having their love locked and stopped. The poet side of the person comes forth and they will write blue (sad) poems, in silky gold syllables to match the sadness and beauty of a lost love.




LilPWilly says...


You are very close, so I'll give it to you.
@inuyosha @athenaspoet @Kelisot
This is a love poem I wrote about someone I love. Many sentences simply represent her in some way, so I can see how some of you mistook it for a riddle.
Buranko, your peephole eyes analogy was spot on. I'm glad that came across!
The sunshine and new views refers to her love for natural beauty and the beauty's reflection in her soul. This description is not imaginary, it seemed to me to be evident in her eyes.
The flame scouring the earth refers to her passion for adventure and her insatiable wanderlust. Nevertheless, she is bound by 'means and culture' which refers to her lack of money and the culture around her which expects her to follow a different path. Thus she must plead for her adventure, and I see that in her too.
Her eyes are brown and hazel and her face is framed with golden hair. Her skin is bronze, although it pales as she has little opportunity to play outdoors like she used to. Her love for life and her faith in its continuing beauty pale together. So the clouds are the difficulties and sadness of life.
Her diamond smile curls up at either end, which I absolutely love! A beckoning finger curls similarly, and has almost half as much draw for me. The hand still refers to this finger, and the chest refers to her heart. Therefore the question is, 'is your smile genuine?'
The next question means the same thing, but refers to her tendency to hide her imperfections from me. Excellent work, Buranko
The veil here is a blinder, so 'i can see now'. Again, good job Buranko.
Paint your sleeve red ties to another metaphor: wear your heart on your sleeve.
Her long kept treasures are her deepest feelings, her secrets, everything she has hidden inside her. I ask her to forge a key, to open up, but to do so isn't always easy. Especially when you've been hurt.
The next line says a few things. 'Those feelings, those secrets, I cherish in you because they make you more of who you are. You may have sinned, you may have hated, you may have feared, past or present (get it?), but I love you all the more.
You were right again, Buranko, about the tears.
If her innermost drips with sadness, I will take her in my arms and brush her tears away (thus, a blue thumb, as if her tears stain them the color of sadness). Brushing soft bronze and silky gold is her face and hair. My syllables are those words I use to comfort her and their tie to my heart is that they are equally genuine.
Thank you all for your comments! Maybe I'll do this again sometime!



Buranko says...


Please do, this is my favorite activity when it comes to literary works



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‘Copper in them is dipped in jade and lined with gold, the bronze canvas paling sadly with season and circumstance.’
this is so beautiful. the way you can perfectly place these comparisons is something unlike i have ever seen. please keep writing. forever.




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Tysm! %u2665%uFE0F%u2665%uFE0F%u2665%uFE0F



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athenaspoet says...



‘Copper in them is dipped in jade and lined with gold, the bronze canvas paling sadly with season and circumstance.’
this is so beautiful. the way you can perfectly place these comparisons is something unlike i have ever seen. please keep writing. forever.




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Something so nice, you had to say it twice %u2665%uFE0F



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Is it just me, but does this reminds me of the Song of Solomon? And before you ask, no, I'm not Christian, I only know this because it is... quite an interesting book. (In a nutshell, Song of Solomon is about a woman and a man falling in love, which it goes back and forth with the man and the woman rejoicing and singing their love, and a third party, which is often said to be the Friends, also commenting on the romantic relationship. Please forgive me if this is wrong, I'm not a Christian, and in a view of a non-Christian, this is how it was like for me.)

The poetry in the first place (honestly, I thought this was a riddle... but poetry is more of a freestyle, isn't it?), is interesting.

If your eyes are peepholes, your soul is sunshine and new views, a flame burdened only by means and culture, threatening--no, pleading--to scour the Earth and consume its glory.


First, reading this, it seems interesting. The "entity" (You never can be sure if it's human, it might be an animal or something. But guessing it's a human.) the narrator is telling explains that the "entity" is some kind of ruler or a powerful figure.




LilPWilly says...


Haha, she is a powerful figure to me!
I haven't read the song of Solomon, although I should have, I'm Christian lol. I'm glad my writing compares.



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It's an interesting story. Talking about other religions I don't believe on the Internet is quite weird, but it's an interesting story. According to the Christian view, it can represent the love between the man and the woman, the love of God towards humanity, or the bridegroom relationship between Jesus.
I'm not going to mention more because I might be wrong, but that's what my Chrstian friend told me.



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Is it just me, but does this reminds me of the Song of Solomon? And before you ask, no, I'm not Christian, I only know this because it is... quite an interesting book. (In a nutshell, Song of Solomon is about a woman and a man falling in love, which it goes back and forth with the man and the woman rejoicing and singing their love, and a third party, which is often said to be the Friends, also commenting on the romantic relationship. Please forgive me if this is wrong, I'm not a Christian, and in a view of a non-Christian, this is how it was like for me.)

The poetry in the first place (honestly, I thought this was a riddle... but poetry is more of a freestyle, isn't it?), is interesting.

If your eyes are peepholes, your soul is sunshine and new views, a flame burdened only by means and culture, threatening--no, pleading--to scour the Earth and consume its glory.


First, reading this, it seems interesting. The "entity" (You never can be sure if it's human, it might be an animal or something. But guessing it's a human.) the narrator is telling explains that the "entity" is some kind of ruler or a powerful figure.

I would like to analyze and explain all my thoughts, but currently, I'm busy, and I believe I can leave multiple comments here. I'll continue, and end it from here.
Your poetry is unique and lovely.




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yosh says...



Is this a riddle?




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I think so... I don't know what it exactly is. But worth the guess and the 100 points lmao. I'll probably figure it out, soon.




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