PurplePanache

United Arab Emirates

INTJ I Whitman I Van Gogh

Like all lovers and dreamers and sad people, I too am a poet.

Message from Writer

Stars, hide your fires,
Let light not see
Your deep and dark desires

Sounds Assail Me

October 6, 2018

The sky glares at my form
           beneath
                    the
                       stars
i let the wind fondle my breasts
as he gossips away of his lovers, the shrubs
(although i know he loves them more)
if blackness was a song, i wish i could play it
but violins have feelings too

i am the veil of the moon
i am Light
her darkness, i hide, in scratches of pen
i slither soundlessly among hives and chirps (aviaries, if you know what i mean)
but the Words, oh the Words
they will not let me go, they are loud
Like the roars of a tumultuous ocean
Like the fury of a thunder struck sky
Like the silence of Love, Like the silence of Death
They are loud

I am the Ballad of the Bat Orchid
I am the Ballad of all things dark
And here I am to stay
Here I am to stray
 

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