#poetselixirprompt

All these instances That I feel naked in daylight

You my stranger to endanger With the curse of my entangled mind

your lips curl into from a mile, set

my sinking boat afloat. Age old

masquerade, in a flash, refashions

itself into an honest mess.

The sound of his

damn smile, lulls the cacophony

of my mind to sleep. Watching him grin

gleefully, like vinyl record of cherry wine

playing on loop. Scatters moonlight,

his warm smile. Gateway to

my soul, it has become. Oh,

how deftly my paper walls crumble, at

the sight of that serene smile, echoing

Like quiet lethargic leaves

So under the spell of a wild wind

Whose siren songs lead them

Everywhere except the bed

Of their ochre coloured dreams.

Midnight blues hang like

A soft gibbous moon

Searching its star studded quilt

With passionate eyes

Amid a desolate sky around.

Midnight blues swirl like

A dense redolent mist

Venturing into my pores

As I inhale a deep want

To turn back time and feel alive again.

Midnight blues ebb and flow

Like rolling tears of a lonely sea

Seeking and sifting through

The barricades of life

To trace, feel and join

When you left me alone,

I would remember

how you came into my life

and made me feel special,

until I wanted only you.

I’d close my eyes and

imagine seeing you again

standing in front of me,

the same old fantasy

that I would always see,

but it was never real.

.

Like those visions

behind my eyes,

you continued to drift

in and out of my life,

staying only long enough

to keep me from moving on.

I eventually realised

those one-sided feelings

had always been wrong.

So I took a leap of faith

into the sunset

after the storm, and now

when I close my eyes

I don’t see you anymore.

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Rhymingtherapy - March 2019

Stashed in golden boxes

Itching to be again flown

To taste sky and breeze

And touch clouds again

Escape the bleeding throne

In the darkness, in the cold

The silence, ancient old

Midnight blues and blacks too

This bird wishes it had flown

Sunlight and clouds are too

Nostalgic, though easily torn.

1.

I walk around

As if I am dead.

Make me beautiful again.

Crown me with marigolds

And call me Catrina.

Dance with me

While laughing at my death.

For I don’t want to feel any dread.

.

2.

I awoke in a garden

Full of creatures made of carbon.

Oh, how they danced and sang.

They made my ears ring.

I would’ve never thought

That I would end up in that spot.

For I’ve been so lonely

Since everyone has turned me away so coldly.

.

The creatures seemed so happy

While I was so sappy.

They noticed my frown,

So they tried to turn it upside down,

But failed to do so.

.

Lethargic.

The creatures tried to bargain

With my hardship.

.

They resides with a crown

Full of willow leaves from the ground

And roses from the garden.

They asked me to pardon

Their unruliness.

For they just wanted what was best.

I abided.

.

They placed the crown atop my head

And then I went to bed.

I dreamt of a wild world

Where there were no flowers,

Just endless hours

Of men with gun powder

Abusing their powers.

.

I woke up sad again.

For that world was full of mayhem.

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