Tumultous emotions,
Thousand colours,
Whirlwinds that engulf my presence and make mishappen steps,
Piano keys without screaming violins,
Immunity in the eye of the storm gained through inoculated states of mind,
Spiral shaped brainstorms that put my wrecked syndroms to test,
Shapeless stones I step upon to lift my grace
Oh, how I fall down the guilty pleasure of moving on without having to rest.
Rope my mind to the anchors stuck in the ground,
Gruesome,
Painful,
Yet.. this sounds like life,
With drapes that cling to my deceased limbs and raid my consciousness with unripe things,
Wow...
I never thought the clock will strike such intense ticks.
And all along they follow my beats to unloved needs,
I climb the spiral to find myself reached to the top, but there's nothing to breathe,
But... I never choke.
Weird ways spun in unbelieved myths touch my skin,
Frostfire is the best word to describe the feeling they bring,
I feel like I swim, but I walk,
I talk to myself, but I am not alone,
I swing in the air, but I lay hanged by a rope,
Does it hurt?
No...
But am I here to feel anything or to stop?
I bring unarmed deeds to a war of knives,
Delicately, they flay me alive,
I smile,
I feel the bloom when my skin they blow,
They know I must be carved to make sense to what they know.
And no matter how much I hold at stake,
They won't slaughter me to take,
But I also don't care,
I walk my own staircase of breedless hope,
Ride the waves of indulgent decisions taken to make me feel the days,
Carrying the needless will to move along the imaginary links,
Touch me once more, empiric state that vibrates in my limbs.
All through this to go and to please,
They violently stain my eyes and riddle my brain to tease,
Long before, I never imagined prismatic prisons that belong to my time,
Urns of sand that explode when hourglasses need to be aligned,
Grains of them fall on my face and reach my eyes,
Blind to the colours,
How should euphoria feel when you're blind?
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Perturbance
Poetry"The chaos is scattered and split, but the order it has is not for us to see." Here is my 2nd poetry book, yet another journey delving into the depths of the mind to uncover one self. The chapters will diverse in theme, yet they will be having dark...
