whilst developing a pochade,
so unlike the greek orchids
the sky pours
initiating a single door,
towards the fated fatality
with no special appearance from a beloved divinity
then nights sound as
do the specific percussions of a pianist,
none has
the potential to resist
in agony we submit
to the last few to reach the summit
seven years now,
we rock on chairs like grandmas weaving for eternity
bothered by life's longevity
waiting still for the children
who somehow
ran away from home,
and she knows they now wither and roam, running like ink on stained pages,
i've sat here patiently for ages
and though young,
i have sung
enough
to know what rage is,
and pretend to live on
and pretend to not know
that ships sunken this low,
never get found, never return
as my colours, my potraits
of the children
potraying
the real saviors sits
the downpour hinders in
complementing the fates,
washing over everything in grayscale
as my cardiac stitches open and ache,
and i purposefully take
a handful of the blood oozing out
complying a reflection of me, lout
scrubbing it all over the art,
i stare at my vermillion leaking heart
it took all of me
to hide the grayscale,
so i sat there again
unmoving, through the heists and hail
lingering at the lonely lane
occasionally, a few droplets through windows leaked
and the place reeked
of organs and paint and me
consuming, till i no longer could see
any sight
besides
the torment in this chair
and the touch of grayscale filling up my hair,
with no more colours to spare
the despair resumed
the grayscale won
merciless and fair.
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p.s: this is the 40TH POEM OMG! thank you to you if you're reading this and i actually really mean it. thank you from within the deep deep depths of my heart for supporting me. i'm still not very confident in anything i write so i don't post as much on my instagram (@plightofthestars) but this is my safe place and i post almost everything i write here. thank you for being with me through that and staying in my safe place :')
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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...
