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  • a_gentilischi 48w

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    IN THE HOPE OF BLUE SKIES

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky
    From my past lover

    Because he took my sky
    Saying, “you’re my everything”
    He made it all his.

    And for once, I was incandescent
    With the longing to belong
    That I let myself burn
    Till I was like the fallen cherry blossoms
    That lie beneath the tree
    Like trodden wisps of dreams

    Beautiful and undead
    But not living


    And before I knew it…
    I was sky-less
    And earth-less
    With not even a road
    To lead to a home

    Nothing but him. Because I was everything

    Till he grew tired
    Of his all-encompassing everything
    And decided it wasn’t enough

    So, I had to borrow my sky
    And the tears that ran dry
    From a man who knew the alchemy
    Of turning everything to nothing

    And while that may be hard
    The reverse is even harder

    So here I am
    Stitching my skies back together
    Swathes of wet grey silk
    That I hope to turn azure


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  • a_gentilischi 53w

    @writersnetwork Thank you for the repost. Your support is the best thing in the world ��
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    Tesserae : Traditional mosaics are made of cut small cubes of roughly square pieces of stone or handmade glass enamel of different colours, known as tesserae.
    (source : Wikipedia)


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  • a_gentilischi 56w

    @writersnetwork Thanks a million for the repost! You sure know how to make a girl's day ��✨
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    YOUR EYES


    Your eyes always scare me
    Those depths I dare not look
    Too afraid of the things I'll see
    Like verses in a forbidden book

    Arcane alchemy happens there
    How else could they shine like gold?
    In search of a wandering heart to tear
    Yet marveling them never grows old

    Your eyes... your beautiful eyes
    I look in them, and I see me
    A reflection swimming in your cries
    Pouring down in tearful reverie

    Twin blackholes nestled in your iris
    Letting no drop of light fall through
    Nestled in the dark, your heart's aegis
    Must I be stone, to be in love with you?

    Sometimes when you think I don't see
    Those pupils turn to gorges of deep blue
    Like gleaming lapiz lazuli, a sun kissed sea
    And I drown in them, willingly, without clue


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    Aegis : Aegis is the shield of Athena. It is fashioned in the shape of a gorgon's head. To directly stare at a gorgon's head turns the viewer to stone

    Lapiz Lazuli : A deep blue precious stone

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  • a_gentilischi 57w

    Kinda busy these days, so I won't be here much. Love you loads!
    This piece is fully inspired by the bg, which I found in Pinterest.

    @writersnetwork thanks a million for the repost. You guys are the best! ��✨
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    SLEEPLESS


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    They told me
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    But the sheep refuse to jump
    And sleep refuses to come
    So it's just me and them
    On the too large bed
    And they've crawled over to your side…
    Mussed up the sheets…
    Straightened the pillows…

    So that when I lean over
    To inhale the lingering scent
    Of the perfume I gave you last Valentines…
    A wad of wool goes up my nose

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    Till I'm spitting out pieces
    Of my broken heart
    With every other cough

    And you just watch
    Smiling from your photo frame
    On the bedside table

    The sheep and I
    We stare at you
    At kiss swollen lips
    And cotton candy stained fingers
    The brightest flame
    Among the carnival lights

    "We" means, me and my sleepless nights
    It's been so long
    Since "We" meant
    "You" and "Me"


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  • a_gentilischi 59w

    @mirakee thank you so much for the POD! It's a real honour and a delight. And thank you for everyone who took a moment read this slice of history from my home town.



    Hey, guys. I know it's been a while. Sorry, I couldn't read your magical pieces.
    University has started, so I won't be able to be here as frequently as I used to, but I'll definitely come around as soon as I get some free time. ��
    Thank you for asking @heartsease @fairytales_ @asmita_chakraborty
    I was really touched by the gesture. ������


    And a few words about the Fort.
    This is one of the most stunning vistas in Galle, Sri Lanka, which is incidentally, my home town.
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    THE OLD FORT


    The old Fort stands
    By the edge of the coast
    As the waves smash against
    Her moss covered stone walls

    Those proud greying walls
    Worn smooth from centuries
    The ruined battlements still remain
    Nestled between the fallen towers
    Where the canons used to stand

    The cannons...
    Oh, the cannons!

    How the fort misses them
    Her own majestic children
    Now all tucked away
    In the dusty alcoves
    Of the unvisited museum

    The clock tower is silent
    It's bells haven't rung in years
    The broken clock face
    Where no one's eyes rest


    What she wouldn't give
    To hear the bells again...

    To feel the resounding heartbeat
    Of the footfalls of marching soldiers
    Upon stone pavements of her skin

    Of course she's heard that war is wrong
    And maybe there's truth in that
    After all, she still hasn't forgotten
    The combined scent of blood and sweat
    That soaked through her earth
    A long, long time ago

    But war has been her life
    The only time she's felt alive
    Her songs mingled with battle cries
    Her soul flying along the crimson standards

    Her own halcyon days
    Written in the ink of battle
    Now nothing remains
    Of those glory days

    Instead, there are crying children
    And flustered mothers buying ice creams
    The regal soldiers at attention
    Replaced with flower filled pavements
    And quaint little tea shops

    The place where the squadron's flag stood
    Rippling in the air with victory
    Is now the backdrop
    For the "#��������������'@��������" selfies

    And still she stands.



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  • a_gentilischi 61w

    @mirakee Thank you so much. You are love! ❤️
    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost. You are an angel! ��
    Many thanks to all the amazing people I've met here, as well! ��
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    FOUNTAIN OF NEPENTHE


    The fountain of Nepenthe
    Lies between heaven and hell
    Just a mile, from the falls of death
    .
    There, the souls await judgment
    Patiently in their queues
    Still in the wheelchairs
    Broken IV lines trailing through
    Some still shell shocked
    Covered in road crash wreckage
    The drowned are still damp
    Choking on their last breath of water
    And the maimed still bleed
    Rivulets of crimson
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    But they all wait
    Because, what is one more minute
    When they've waited a whole lifetime
    Just to find peace.
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    It's not about good and bad
    Or the weight of a heart in a golden balance
    Against an angel's feather
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    No
    It's much simpler
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    Drink of the fountain
    Drink the blessed Nepenthe
    And forget
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    The ultimate freedom
    Freedom from pain and memories
    Untied from all the loves and hatreds
    And most of all
    Freed from the shackles of time
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    And as they drink
    The wounds heal, the blood disappears
    The scars erase, the tears all dry
    The years fall away
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    But what of those who refuse to drink?
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    They stay just like this
    All the cuts of life bleeding open
    With the Morphine cut out
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  • a_gentilischi 61w

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    PAPER BIRD DREAMS

    It's all very well
    To dream colourful dreams
    Of paper birds
    Resplendent in different hues

    Love
    Cotton candy pink,
    Success
    Shimmering azure
    Peace
    Painted in dove white
    Wealth
    Blinding sharp gold, and
    Fame
    In royal purple

    Picturing their beauty
    As they hang from the roof of your life
    Is the most exciting game
    Each card that is drawn
    More promising than the others
    With their
    "When I…"
    "…I will"
    "then I'll.."
    "and they'll.."
    "In the end…"

    "In the end…"???
    What happens in the end?
    Those were wishful thoughts
    As permeable as the smoke
    Out of a burning cigarette
    About to be snubbed.

    But paper bird dreams don't work that way

    Go on.
    Touch the paper
    Fresh from the store
    No ware…
    No tear…
    No creases…

    Fold it.

    Again
    And
    Again

    It's not as easy as you thought, is it?

    Keep folding.
    Smooth those ends.
    Sharpen the creases.

    And when the triumphant birds
    Hang from your own ceiling
    You'll see…
    That the paper is wet
    From your efforts' sweat

    And that the paper birds shine.


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  • a_gentilischi 62w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost, you're the best ��



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  • a_gentilischi 62w

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    MIRRORS


    Shining silver
    Crystal clear
    Like untouched snow
    At the end of the year

    Gleaming in darkness
    Shadowing my step
    The mirror craves my reflection
    And all my depth

    I told it 'no'
    But the glass said 'yes'
    It trapped me in mercury
    Under cold duress

    I'm not Dorian Gray
    Whose soul was trapped within
    I exist at once in two places
    Both dead and still living

    People approach the mirror
    And peer inside
    Breaths fogging the surface
    I ride their shadow's tide

    Am I a real person?
    Have I ever been loved or kissed?
    Or am I the dusty reflection?
    Whose passing is never missed?

    Sometimes I can't tell
    Who I am, and who I was
    I fear what I will be
    Would I turn to something worse?

    What scares me the most
    Is that there are two parts of me
    Inside the mirror and outside
    Which is real? I just can't see!



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  • a_gentilischi 63w

    100th post! ������
    Thank you for all your love and support!

    @writersnetwork You are love. Thank you! ❤️

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    I just wanted to say, that the stories and memories are all around us. We only need it open our eyes and hearts to hear them.


    HIDDEN STORIES


    A hundred autumn leaves would softly whisper and fall
    Crimsons, carmines, russets and sepias in sprawl
    Each worn line and wrinkle a warm and elegant scrawl
    A hundred stories trapped in the timepiece's thrall


    Upon the cracked golden dial, relentless hands turned
    As mighty kingdoms fall and lost loves are spurned
    Dreams are drawn on canvas, white hot hopes are churned
    To make the light of the stars, a hundred souls are burned


    In the face of dawn the skies blush to a dusky rose
    A hundred sated sighs, supine on the wind that blows
    Last night's frantic prayers fading as darkness goes
    Leaving a hundred clouds stained in to colourful prose


    Sirimiri descends, trailing hundred soft wet tears
    Clear salt liquid, made darker with unvoiced fears
    Escaping closed eyes, down cheeks, wet finger lears
    Seeking asylum of the skin, renegade poems pierce


    Carcass purged of hundred dreams, dripping in lye
    While yesterday's yellow primroses shudder and cry
    Their sunshine gold, turned to burnished caramel sky
    As each story lives on, till the stars all die.



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    Hidden Stories

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  • a_gentilischi 64w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost. You made my day. ��
    And a huge thank you to all my lovely friends and their heartwarming feedback.��
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    I've been playing with alliteration and assonance. Somehow managed to squeeze the whole alphabet in �� (many thanks out to my trusty thesaurus ❤️)
    I'll admit this wasn't easy, but I had lots of fun doing it.




    AN ALLITERATED DAY


    Aureate Aura of the Alluring sun flares through
    Below the Boundless Bed of azure skies Blue
    Cotton Candy Clouds sailed gently and flew
    Downwards and Downwards, in Drops of Dew

    Exotic and Exultant with petals spread wide
    Fresh Flowers Frolic, their Fragrances glide
    Guileless, Golden innocence, nothing to hide
    Hallowed Havens of sepals, within Happily reside

    In between Iridescent whorls of an Isle of bloom
    Jubilant and Joyful, the bright butterflies zoom
    Kith and Kin gather, forming Kaleidoscopic plume
    Lush and Lustrous, they are darkness's doom

    Morning Mural of splendor, a wonderous sight
    Never ending Niches of hidden shadowed light
    Overwhelming Ovation of beauty, Orators' plight
    Provocative Praise attracts dormant noon's delight

    Quixotic, Quintessential is Apollo's chariot's cry
    Roaring and Raging the Ravishing sun Rises high
    Soothing Susurrous of dawn, departs with a Sigh
    Tendrils of Traipsing fire, the alpine mountains spy

    Umbra within Umbrage where birds' refuges unfurl
    Virile Vines dance, among the berried branches curl
    Winds Woo sweet Willows, in evening they swirl
    Xanthic and roseate, rippling dark clouds whirl

    Yesternight's blossoms' bequeathed fragrances twirl
    Zealous Zephyr heralds night, burnished black pearl

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  • a_gentilischi 63w

    @writersnetwork Thank you for the kind repost! ������


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    A slightly different take on a well known fairy tale.


    THE WOES OF RAPUNZEL


    "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
    So cries the witch, come home from her lair
    Ever the good daughter, Rapunzel the fair
    Lowers her tresses for the woman down there

    The pain is too much, it's hard for her to bear
    The witch weighs as much as a full grown mare
    This agony is twice daily, she's forgotten to care
    That there are muddy footprints on her golden hair

    Once the sun has set, and the witch has gone
    Rapunzel finds herself in the tower on her own
    She stares out of the window, stifling a moan
    As she massages her aching temples, all alone

    These four walls which are worn from her stare
    Are her only companions who stay and share
    The tales of the distant world lying out there
    This prison is home, an escape she can't dare

    A prince was promised in the stories of her fate
    But that man hasn't come, she's too tired to wait
    Her light is dimming, but curiosity she must sate
    She can't waste her life on dreams that are late

    What would happen if she decided to fall
    Out of the solitary window once and for all
    The tower is too high, her fragile life would stall
    But she'd taste freedom for a second in freefall


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  • a_gentilischi 65w

    @writersnetwork Thank you for the kind repost. It means a lot to me because this is a topic that is very close to my heart ������
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    A FEW WORDS AGAINST DISCRIMINATION



    It's harsh and hard being me
    The odd crayon in the box
    Worn, and broken in to three
    My other two parts are lost

    The red, blue and arrogant green
    Heads kissed by paper each morn
    Look how they beam, shine and preen
    While for the paper I am lovelorn

    The kids at playschool hate me
    They call me "bogey brown"
    Only one girl will hold me
    Her little face, a constant frown

    Dimpled cheeks and wild black curls
    An angel of burnished wood
    She was never like other girls
    So they hurt her, because they could

    But, for a colour box to be filled
    It takes a thousand different hues
    So why are some shades killed
    While the others watch from pews?

    All blood is dark, wet crimson
    And all wax shall someday melt
    So why hold love at ransom
    Why won't you let it be felt?




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  • a_gentilischi 67w

    Oh my, thank you for the incredibly kind repost @writersnetwork and to all my amazing friends! You make Mirakee a budding writer's paradise ������
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    Peace

    I have searched and searched for that elusive peace
    A perfect elixir to make all troubles cease

    In a lover's arms, between a soft sated sigh
    At the turbulent cliff edge where I tried to die
    Among hidden alcoves of ancient temples rising high
    In the sea waves, clouds and the lost poet's cry
    I have searched for the "where", the "how" , and "why"
    Nowhere did I find it, so I thought it was a lie

    But in the end I found it, when I was lost on my feet
    It brimmed with humanity, and a love so sweet
    Its sound so hopeful, coloured golden wheat
    Singing its secrets, within my own heart beat
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  • a_gentilischi 67w

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the incredibly thoughtful repost. You are love����
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    CRAVING THE VOID

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    Sound of simple monotony is ever so loud
    As it croons in my ear to join the crowd
    Approaching me like a great storm cloud
    WHEN ALL I WANT IS STILLNESS
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    Your routines, routes, they wear me out
    You only know how to haggle and shout
    To flock and frolic, to login, but not logout
    WHEN ALL I WANT IS SILENCE
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    These expectations are endless smoky seas
    Constricting caricatures, blurred boundaries
    Upon it I sail, with my soul's unheard pleas
    WHEN ALL I WANT IS ABANDONMENT
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    Even the words I write cause too much pain
    Birthed through paroxysms of a mind insane
    They come and come to bind me with chain
    WHEN ALL I WANT IS FREEDOM
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    Then there are 'emotions' and 'good' and 'bad'
    The preachers and sermons drive me mad
    Don't act like you care if I'm 'happy' or 'sad'
    WHEN ALL I CRAVE IS THE VOID
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    Craving The Void

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  • a_gentilischi 68w

    Oh my goodness, a POD? It was the last thing I expected today ❤️��❤️
    Thank you so much @mirakee @writersnetwork
    And huge thanks and love out to all the amazing friends I've met here����
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    Where do all the unsent messages go
    When they are stranded on the shores
    Of 'drafts' and 'scheduled', awaiting in dread
    For the inevitable journey to the lonesome 'bin'
    ?
    Where do all the regretfully erased words go
    Maimed and disfigured Times New Roman
    Fading in the silent void of utter obscurity
    As the well worn backspace button strikes
    ?
    Where do all those hopeless love letters go
    When their recipients are ravaged, rotting corpses
    On a dark battlefield, continents and seas away
    So that the stamped dusty envelopes are useless
    ?
    Where do my own pen's pathetic poems go
    The ones that I write at midnight in tears
    That I crumple, then thoughtlessly sentence
    To confines of the unemptied waste paper bucket
    ?
    Where do the faded, decade old diaries go
    When their beloved authors are no more
    And there's no one left that cares enough
    To tend to those flickering memories
    ?
    Maybe, just maybe there's a special place
    A hallowed heaven for the lost, a warm abode
    The sanctuary the words desired and were promised
    But which they never tasted, in real life
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    Or maybe it's much simpler and crueler
    Maybe they're at a much closer place
    Deprived of rest, peace and eternal grace
    Maybe they're still bleeding ink and pain
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    Maybe they're still lodged, deep inside
    The cracks of the shattered beating hearts
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    Is that why it hurts so much
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    Lost Words

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  • a_gentilischi 68w

    Thank you @writersnetwork for the kind repost. ��
    And thank yous out to my dearest friends for their support. ��✨
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    "You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back."
    -James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room



    We leave something of ourselves behind when
    We leave a place in exchange for towers
    Of gold dreams from which we only awaken
    When they are faded mist in the after hours

    The green meadows, once filled with white flowers
    Replaced in the dead of the darkest night
    By this burnt forest that faintly glowers
    Yet the house still stands hidden from my sight

    My mind's eye floats to magical days bright
    To times gone by, when we called this place "home"
    But when I left, unmoored abandoned kite
    I learned what it felt like to be alone

    Soft blankets, smiles, your head on my chest
    Mausoleum where memories laid to rest



    2021.01.30
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
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    Lost abode

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  • a_gentilischi 71w

    Thank you for the kind repost @writersnetwork
    And to everyone else as well for being truly inspiring.
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    (The Holly plant is an evergreen. Though its berries are poisonous, they are commonly used in Christmas wreaths.)


    There's an absurd stillness to the January air
    Christmas has gone, leaving its usual share
    Of frozen Holly wreaths on doors every where
    Marooned on a solitary door nail, left uncared

    While you mortals beg in prostrated prayer
    Souls sold to the devil, a dismal affair
    Only to cherish the hard won despair
    But, as evergreen Holly, this is my share

    I never wanted an eternity, I swear
    To be frozen in time as a viridian flare
    Blood red berries sparkling in my hair
    They drip with poison, and thorns tear

    "God is a comedian", said writer Voltaire
    I agree, for I'm a perpetually lonely affair
    Languishing in life's charades debonair
    Time fails to mark me. Fails to ensnare.

    While other leaves wither in the cruel cold air
    Like wine, fresh green ripens, to gold cedar
    Then they leap in faith, leaving trees bare
    A prisoner in time, I can only sigh and stare


    2021.01.09


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    Immortal

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  • a_gentilischi 72w

    Black

    For some I am darkness
    Neither silent, nor loud
    To others I am emptiness
    A conundrum, standing proud

    I'm an outcast and a stranger
    In a world of greens and blues
    The only colour without a voice
    Amidst a thousand unnamed hues

    I hate that martyr, calling himself white
    Why do I get darkness, when he got light?
    We are held in thrall by this blind world
    Where people can't see, beyond two sides

    Light and dark (or is it good and bad?)
    Locked in what is called the eternal fight
    The inseparable purity of Yin and Yang
    Symmetry and perfection in plain sight

    For even when this canvas is black
    The letters are brilliant white
    Yet, some even think I'm not a colour
    Their eyes only see what is bright

    I am the only one full, in a used box of paint
    Because no one paints their bleakest nightmares
    And so I languish, needed but undesired
    In a world that wants white hot burns and flares

    ©a_gentilischi

  • a_gentilischi 73w

    @writersnetwork Thank you for the repost ����
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    IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE LIVES LOST TO THE TRAGIC TSUNAMI, 16 YEARS FROM TODAY.




    2020.12.26

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    In remembrance

    .
    Waves crashed in fury. Vehemently, they raged.
    Gentle lull of morning, turned to the devil incarnate.
    The grim reaper smiled, watching this grotesque game
    As Poseidon's domain rampaged. Untamed.

    A death toll of over two hundred thousand
    On December 26th, 2004.
    Without shelter trapped in a nightmare storm
    Precious lives lost. Now no more.
    ©a_gentilischi