Popsicle Paradox
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stadarooniEmpathy is the human superpower.
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Inner conflicts ooze summertime sadness and sunshine.

Popsicle Paradox

(Author's Note) This one is very abstract. More than normal. There is a meaning, though! I hope it isn't complete gibberish. :)

Why do pleasant things have to drip?

A sweltering swarm of a thousand incandescent firestorms blitz like beasts,

A sweltering swarm of a thousand incandescent firestorms blitz like beasts, lacking an art form in their conquest of my warm cerulean celebrations.

Melancholic mentation jives jubilantly and galvanizes gracefully

Melancholic mentation jives jubilantly and galvanizes gracefully in ghost-white wavelengths,

Melancholic mentation jives jubilantly and galvanizes gracefully in ghost-white wavelengths, drowning me in saccharine solitude and ice-cream isolation.

Summertime is a stainless-steel steed that trustily trots

Summertime is a stainless-steel steed that trustily trots in its deceptive destruction.

I now see a face melting in a daisy dew of slushed sultry sadness.

Summer is just a supercut of spectres, isn’t it?

Yet,

This popsicle is the only tasteful thing as it melts into a jabbering stream of consciousness.

This popsicle is the only tasteful thing as it melts into a jabbering stream of consciousness. A persona that happily cries honeydew cloudbursts of acidic euphoria.

Berry bloodstains are the sequel as a conundrum of memories crescendo in seething silence and

Berry bloodstains are the sequel as a conundrum of memories crescendo in seething silence and a sunshine skyfall of synthesized sentiments that babble a blaze of banshee life.

Whispering wraiths of you are like cloudless shade and shelter.

Your sunny silhouette is a greyscale rainbow of endless exuberant washouts:

Your sunny silhouette is a greyscale rainbow of endless exuberant washouts: the popsicle porridge dives into coagulating concrete and it’s you.

You’re a smile that stands still and stirs spite through summer and

You’re a smile that stands still and stirs spite through summer and you’re a grimace that gleams a ghastly glow of gold through gleeful days.

Are my thoughts whirling into a cacophonous euphemism of you?

Are my thoughts whirling into a cacophonous euphemism of you? A euphemistic cacophony of you?

You make my head spin to a standstill, Paradox.

Phantom, the stage of my mind is yours to live undeluded.

Is it love?

(Aside) I hope that I didn't leave you scratching your head too much. For context, this piece is partially about someone who I felt conflicted about before, but I don't think about them anymore. I am much happier now.

I wanted to fuse that with plenty of oxymoronic statements and I think I went a bit overboard with it here, but I hope you enjoyed it! I might add more lines here and there for more context in the piece later on, too.

Also, I want to thank @skye for inspiring me on various parts of this piece. Creativity is contagious! :D Also, sorry for making summertime depressing once again. :)

As always, thank you all for reading. Take care, all! <3

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