Strings
A complex culmination of simplicities
Strings
Above strings
Above strings
Above strings
Above strings
Above strings
Melodies played through the nuance of things
E-A-D-G-B-E
Collect heart-shaped candles and melt them on me
Blindly poured out and spread like a lotion
Eat the coated film and paint pictures out of the motions
That blur when you click the button
Shuttered suddenly into the abyss, insist
Last kiss, missed it
The taste of bittersweet, inner skin;
Livid and unwinding, zooming
Through lenses of places past
Far from discussion
Percussion; pounding and pattering
In the overclouded, saturated
Unloving, of you
Set against the view
Never appeared so hazy
Amazing, wasn't it? Kindred spirits floating
Across the hop-scotched pavements
Separated, scattered and jig-sawed
In the upheaval of reduction, suction
Sucked in! Inducted verbs, conjugated
With the meanings of inner discoveries;
Breathing, heaving, emptied lungs sitting on the window sill
Set aside and exercised until the underbelly epitomised
The catalyst of inspiration found on the pavement of the station,
Elation, evasions, escaped like convicts from the chains
That kept them underground, shunned; far from the way of the sound
Unfound, unwound, spellbound - some may say,
Left to their own decay, sent through the path that paves the way
Of the fate of those buried deep,
Underneath the sheath of the least of the beasts
Just a sheaf in the wind, a feast to set the timing perfectly
Became free when it came to me, set the scene and entered entropy
Nihilism appeared in shadows of the rearview mirror
Kept me away from the glimmer of hope that may have shone from the petty winner
Kept grinning through sparkling smiles
So wild, yet so beguiled,
Child-like, and untrusting,
Like lusting for something
You can't quite reach, but want so bad
How it hits you, preaches to you
Like something so mad, sad
Makes you want what you had
But old habits tend to die hard
It's not the card you pick up at the end,
But what you send to the friend
You never thought you would speak to again
Say it again
And again
And again
And again
And again.
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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