final poem hehe (10)
Kiss the pink cherry atop the cake
among the dozen desserts, I lay awake
The lanterns floating with festive delight
swallowing me whole, filling the night
Underneath the silver leaves
the harp, the flute, together conceives
Tunes gathering in ears of chalk
Decaying thorns that interlock
in windows of your indigo irises
The toxic green, of ancient viruses
Slowly rising through my veins
I definitely think that none will remain
If you leave me here, completely alone
Ascended to euthymia, sat on your throne
When that day comes, I would rather drown
underneath the thousand oceans abound
I'm sure you're sanguine, now that I'm gone
With your insolent wife, frolicking in your lawn
The prophet foreboded that I would depart
It appears your associates played a part
With all the musings and poems I held
Scattered along the rivers, unquelled
Will you even reach for my darkened hand?
As I desperately try to reclaim the land
Called me a trespasser, yet I am the owner
Of your aching heart, that which you gave her
My ashes freefalling from your cloudy abode
When the exiled dreamer died, that's when it snowed
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Exiled Dreamers
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. The title means we're just dreamers who have yearned of merely dreaming and shutting off everything around us. Yet the harsh reality forcefully expels us from this source of happiness of ours. My poetry encompasse...
