Worship the Storm
Fight, your highness.
Hunt down imagination,
crystals of creativity.
Mutate colors into wisdom,
eyes seeing the dawn,
Shower wrath in a myriad of doodles,
love encircling hysteria.
First with thunder,
clash each nights’ ghosts,
haunts popped and poisoned.
Empty your churning ice,
the shunned, in closets, embraced.
Pile goblins with caring,
loyalty webbed in hugs.
Fight, my magnolia.
Revolve memories of regret,
sun dancing away vampires.
Handhold witches into magic,
tree-seeds humming with life in empty winter.
Sculpt knowledge from pain,
so that death indulges into contentment.
Hail your fight.
Unmask tragedy, flashing lyric song,
snow flurries forever cooling anger.
Give voice to galaxies of gold.
Surrender broken admiration,
Bowing away greedy guilt.
Celebrate the wrongs,
fight to make them right.
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Poems
PoetryPoems I have written from years ago to now. For any of you looking for a love poem, you most likely will not find one here (unless I write one in the distant future because for some reason my brain short-circuited and thought I it would be a good id...
