• solivagant_soul 10w

    I am watching the painted sky
    when the trees shed lies.
    In juxtaposition of the sombre streets,
    a Labryinth that grants the vagabonds
    some borrowed days.
    I stand against the wind ,my heart bound
    in blazing chains and trauma on my ribcage
    grips like lifeless roots looming a mage.
    I wandered lonely as a child, my body a
    warehouse of tattooed scars like the
    night's sky adorned with stars.
    I am the midnight of forgotten memories,
    but when the sky wears a may dress and the
    clouds accoutre itself in a cerulean suit
    The rejuvenated tint of my dead lips
    diffuse coffee dates and cocoa charms
    Climb into my skin and I would escort you
    via the melody of dust on my dermis and
    through the peripherals of my eyes,
    You could see the crimson crimes and
    violet deaths etched on the canyon of
    my mind like unsaid goodbyes.
    I am not just my pain, I'm also my poetry

    And if you insist, I shall carry you to my poesies
    in a luxurious voyage through my veins
    where lies a cemetery
    That chants infinite syllables besceehing
    "Teach me how to love again".
    If you' d look closely, I would hide my tear stained cheeks under fabricated laughters and if you rummage through all the crumpled papers,
    you might perceive the twisted promises
    stacked neatly in the drawers of my brain
    The ink of my quill gathers the fragrance of my bruised hands, his love is the mystery i can't crack.
    And when papercut pierced deeper than knives,
    I attained solace in solitude and fortitude in pain.
    Between faded and forgotten I chose to abandon
    my past in a treasured stack

    ©Solivagant Soul


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    Prompts used:

    • I am watching the painted sky
    • I stand against the wind
    • I am the midnight of forgotten memories

    * I am using Petrarchan sonnet

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    I am watching the painted sky
    when the trees shed lies.
    In juxtaposition of the sombre streets,
    a Labryinth that grants the vagabonds
    some borrowed days.
    I stand against the wind ,my heart bound
    in blazing chains and trauma on my ribcage
    grips like lifeless roots looming a mage.
    I wandered lonely as a child, my body a
    warehouse of tattooed scars like the
    night's sky adorned with stars.

    ©solivagant_soul