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Vyiirt'aan Dec 2017
A blanket of
fractures,

ample rigid structures

A liquid
               s
                e
                 e
                  p
                   s

             the   t   cold
                     r
        frigid   o   fragments
                    u
                    g
           ­   of   h   the

                 north


Where tufts gather in the sherbet of -frozen- dust

The glistening indigo amongst
the platinum
blanket

I shiver.

The cutting
wind

admires the empty
shell

for I stood
there

Gazing at the
noise

Cut black.

In transparent fallacy
The temple of glass amongst the cold
golden

sun

speaking       to                  -me-
referring
pointing                  g
lo­oking         at     n           -me-
                             i
                        ris
                   up
         in an

warcry

i t n e v e r s l e e p s

but
I
awaken.
celeste Dec 2017
i will not

t
e
a
r

myself

a p a r t

to make someone else

WHOLE
Vyiirt'aan Nov 2017
Tempo grave, sempre sospirando

An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down

I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play

The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own


#


The piano plays
I         yet
  have
     to
       compose


The piano GLEAMS
Something


The piano SINGS
that    keeps    me


||: The piano LINGERS
From             choking
         myself


The piano SUFFERS
In an             eternal
         embrace

The   p i a n o   SCREAMS :||
The   p i a n o   CHOKES
The   p i a n o   DIES
the
      p i a n o

Of              needles
and             thorns

D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione
[re-up cause something went wrong apparently]
Something I just had vent. Don't worry
Vyiirt'aan Nov 2017
A cacophony of sound
Muster no wavelengths too abundant
For a master of space
Designs time to their own will

Short notes,
l o n g t o n e s

All resolve by a single



click



Strings
      snapping


HORN sounds


|Bars| and
-beats-
are

c
a
  s
   c
    a
     d
      i
       n
        g



Deteriorating phrases
accumulate to a white noise

I direct and guide

my symphony

to
the
last






note













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ˏˋDalPalˊˎ Sep 2014
vigorous or calm
it will always remind me of you.
the smell of the sea brings back nostalgia.
the same reassuring feeling
you gave runs through my mind.

stepping on the heated sand
gives me the same warm sensation
I got whenever I crossed your path.
the wet sand forms with each step
just like how my smile molded
with each sweet word you spoke.
the swift back and forth motion of the waves
it's constancy having the same beautiful flow of your voice.

watching the water crash against the rocks
they hit hard against it without hesitation

just as hard as it hit me
when you told me there was somebody else.

my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach
as fast as the stone I cast in the water
sinks to the ocean floor.

the tide finally glide past my ankles
and I try to imagine someone else.
it never works though.
my fingers become numb with the thought
that my image will never appear in your mind again.

my eyes burn.

I feel my throat get tight.

I pretend the ocean reminds me of nobody.
but once the tide goes down
I only see your face washed up on shore.
Just another poem about a boy

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