❦→[ autumn ]
florets bloom each spring,
but the autumn wither takes some away
as another scythe sways,
to leave the trees with a sting
and build another forlorn thing
beg the omnipotents again today,
or rather shut your tiny windows in disappointment
as poison is all it is in this ointment
who are you? if not merry turned mundane
when the sunside of a picture is burnt,
moonlight is enough
tables, shades and shadows turn
towards where once stood the sun
if only,
firewood were to be sought
sooner, not slowly
the flames ought
to still be smoking
eight thousand vermillion leaves,
hidden somewhere up your sleeves
bother the stability of local cinnabar trees
daylight will never morph into purple,
for each lilac sight
is a sign
there is commotion inside,
the red never fails to remind
if you use the tape recorder,
it plays the same movie again
through the pathogens and disorders
cataclysm is all it can sustain,
and rewinds the unheard maydays
every static getting louder
autumn's too distant from the season
of a world on fire,
that which reflected helios off apollo's lyre
and made the aureums of money
appear as if each leaf were dipped in honey
women who sounded mad back then,
now sound of saviors
from the other end
trading lensherrs for xaviers
the void inevitably wins,
as the bleak eventually dims
and sets off sirens,
gifting a kind rhythm
the permanent vision
of silence.
there's also a marvel reference evil laughs
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
