I want you to know;
That whenever it is your soul chooses to go;
That you'll be able to find peace in the sounds of this romantically tragic crescendo.
I've had one hell of a week;
Awful, tragic, disappointing.
Bad news after bad news;
Thunder rages down upon us;
Is god laughing at our woes?
Something terrible is in a rush;
How can this be the way life goes?
I press my index finger firmly on A-sharp;
A gateway drug into my private art.
Words pour into my heart like ink on a page;
I can't process this if I don't create.
I am at home at the piano;
Creating a romantic, tragic, hopeless crescendo.
I had a conversation with life last night;
He told me he doesn't care that his decisions aren't right.
I told him how the cruelest intentions have the deepest of consequences;
But, he just laughed and walked away.
I didn't know what to say.
Questioning all the decisions I've made up to now;
What? When? Where? Why? How?
Everything is blurring into unison;
Oxygen is poison.
I press my index finger firmly on A-sharp;
A gateway drug into my private art.
Words pour into my heart like ink on a page;
I can't process this if I don't create.
I am at home at the piano;
Creating a romantic, tragic, hopeless crescendo.
Anger and frustration make the strangest of bedfellows;
Smothering your other-half with pillows.
The love I feel is a charade;
A cold and calculated game.
Coffee in the morning will never taste the same;
Not when I'm in this mourning; this pain.
But maybe if I find a way to bring hope into my hopelessness;
Maybe, just maybe, I'll stand some kind of chance.
I don't know how I'll do that yet;
I just don't know.
Maybe I'll press my index finger firmly on A-sharp;
It could be a gateway drug into my private art.
Words will pour into my heart like ink on a page;
I'll never process this if I don't create.
I'll be at home at the piano;
I'll create a romantic, tragic, hopeful crescendo.
I want you to know;
That whenever it is your soul chooses to go;
That you'll be able to find peace in the sounds of this romantically tragic crescendo.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
BOHEMIA
ŞiirBOHEMIA 🌷🌼 An abstraction of creativity. Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection ri...
