Shrugs/ Ha Ha/ What You See Poem, by Whisperingquill, at My poetic side

Shrugs

I have purged
I have martyred
thrown it all
into the void,

on a fractured whisper
carried in the wraith
of fleeting hope,

electric telesthesia hums
as a whine of a dying sun,

vehement behemoth atrium
pulses beyond this realm,

like an interior
malignant discrepancy,

in the belly of a black hole
cambering all light
rutile amaranthine,

impervious obviously to
becoming a halcyon u-ya-hi,

bred from a synapse of
solitude my visio beatifica,

cut from the insanity
of trying to gain a
ember of existence,

only to die from
untapped passion
my pulchritudinous
virtuous peccadillo.

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Ha Ha

All my shirts have hearts
sewn into the sleeves
You don't have enough thread.

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What You See

Notice my
unattractiveness
now feel your
darkest sin.

Comments +

FredPeyer August 12th, 2017 11:42
WQ you are my all-time favorite for poems I don't read....but study!
- whisperingquillAugust 14th, 2017 08:47
  That's Humbling my friend 🍻
malubotelho August 12th, 2017 22:06
Martina said it all. You are a wordsmith. To read you I need to use lookup all the time. I love to read you though. You are enriching me with words. Thank you.

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Shrugs/ Ha Ha/ What You See