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harley r noire May 2020
dream, of a body
with strings in disarray
and spiders homed in decay—
adrift, away
in a sea of grey.
First piece after a long, long break. This is what my mind looks like lately
harley r noire Apr 2020
dear Light, reminisce
the scarred, stone cold hands
and beaten down souls
seeking warmth—
we met as fallen knights.

dear Light, now face
the looking glass,
see golden rays beaming—
oh, how it sparks joy!

dear Light, your eyes
travel deep
into soul—never the skin
nor the gold;
pure as springtime dew.

dear Light, you see
we triumphed
over storms and gales till today;
and may it be till
the cypresses grow.

and i long to see us dance
in a garden of blossoming pear trees;
hand in hand—evergreen.
A not-so-successful attempt on epistolary poetry, dedicated to a best friend of mine.
harley r noire Mar 2020
The grand canvas is full
of downward stairs to nowhere.
Thorns everywhere;
torture devices to swayed skulls
with no light seeping in.

Little creatures; drawn jailed
in this sorrow ever so labyrinthine
and amaranthine,
chanting ballads to the void
as willpower wears thin.
what a sad world we live in.
harley r noire Mar 2020
a full moon eclipse,
surrender songs
dancing on my lips
lanes painted with black wrongs.

brown papers fragrant no more,
metrical lines seem so sore.

a full moon eclipse,
stars shooting down
stabbing head and limbs
pinning me to the red ground.
Basically sums up my ******* university life. A fruit of furious frustration indeed.
harley r noire Aug 2019
all mine, all mine—
in this Elysian
castle of glass
made of nightly
wishes and tears—
princesses, knights,
kings, queens,
jack of all trades,
Johannes factotum—

you are all mine—
all mine!
you are all mine.
harley r noire Jun 2019
sunday morning
and belly unfilled still,
what's for breakfast?

view of the shadows,
wandering pair of
green eyes and
a dying rocky brain

why am i still here
in a virtual garden
full of calla lilies?
calla lily is a symbol of magnificence aka that's not me. not even close to that. and i'm insecure.
harley r noire Jun 2019
sitting pretty
awaiting their steeping tea,
whilst Ophelia hugged the trees
near the crystal clear resting rivers.
everyone loves a good cup of tea, even when someone left the earth.
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