you said our spirits search for ones we've known before
yours must remember mine
your soul returned for more
a piece of you is a part of me
my soul is cut into smithereens
prism of possibilities
but I wake up alone and free after dreaming you were next to me
but freedom is not as it seems
you touch the very heart of me
but I wake up alone and cold
shivering in silence
frozen on my own
until you lie down next to me
you said the mountains are your innermost home
with you, I no longer feel the need to roam
your eyes are the evergreens, the winter pines
the flecks of golden yellow color the road signs
the smoky fog that rises and lifts my spirit high
your spirit is the mountain that lifts me to the sky
I would follow you if you just had to go
I would come with you and make that place my own
but for as long as I know your love and your restful soul
I am a little piece of everywhere connected to the whole.
i am prismic and entrancing, refracting - always reflecting my insides outwards. you will know how i feel if i want you to know so, i will tell you how to feel and by my will you will do so, i am hypnotic and sympathetic. i am blinding and righteous.
I live in an optimistic room.
A facade of shaped mirrors.
A shell that lingers, marked with scarred runes.
A hell where a demon lies
dreaming in his tomb.
Ambling about an amiss womb of ignorance
my nature is twisted.
I resisted a restless pessimist who has insisted
I entered into a house of horrors!
Where hubris is heavenly
and pain is pleasure.
Guilt is a given
and treachery means treasure.
My sins surround me.
Too slothful to even pluck the fruit
my gluttonous hunger devours
an empty hand.
In this way, pride and lust also follow suit.
My avarice is of envious repute,
but of the things I envy
I cannot refute.
One last forgotten folly.
An abandoned demand.
is the seat of my soul.
Instead of a furnace
the prism of the mind
a manifestation of universe
you and me included
We are bending light
To appear somewhat
Whatever that exists here,
seemed to me as mediocrity
until you stood in front of me.
You reflect all sober elements
into the colours of spectrum
like a prismatic medium.
Shades of red, depicted love
The colour blue, warmth
Lilac, was definitely a charm.
*****, we associated yellow,
Purity was showed by green
And orange remained serene.
Slowly everything became gray,
The blackness taking over us,
White light turning to dust.
Where did you go, I need you
My life seems colorless now,
Happy am I? Tell me how!
to the colours of our life
Her Imperious Canticle rewarded
From the butterflies of monarchy
Mermaid scales are her bouquet
A ombre is the debut
Crystal corals are the stars on her face
Below pink rings that scale a tune
Which the winged beauties will charm in too
An amazing debut for the see through
Of a dynasty that glows in the prism moon.
My first poem of 2019, based on this amazing artwork: https://www.instagram.com/p/BsvsTLbFt2o/
Please follow this artist, she is astounding. Also, I tried to make an unrhyming poem that instead focused on description...Free verse is the name of the genre, thx Flo for reminding me lol
You are the rainbow, living in disguise
In shades of grey, between black and white.
When you shine through me,
It disperses all colors of you,
Like I am the prism waiting for you.
You see, not all can see
How pretty you are from within,
And all I do is stand amazed
By colors of you in all shades but grey.