Hear me read it
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long for awaytobefree, won't you grant it to me?
I desire to be great, to feel greatness, to be more than one of many Sad-Writers spinning Sacred-Literature into SanguineEpitaph after saturninesweetness. scarletwave of Scarlettletters for cheapexposure cannot express a Rush-Of-Emotions. I long to trap Love and BeautyinthePages I write. Love is not a sentienttree growing stoically in your back garden under hushed-lullabies until shebids you notice her. She is not.
ShePaintsWithBlood, thetaoofchaos. The harbringer of doom. TheCriticofInnocence. Love is a prickled mistress. Be not Beholdentolove, she is a hedgehog, snuffling around the russiansunflowers, seeking out the Things-Not-Seen amongst TheAutumnCrocus thorns, will you find TheWritersDen and expose TheTragicTruth-Of-Me, TheWaywordWriter?
I think you shall, I do not trust you, Love. truly-you-will-do whatever you can to ToxxicAsphyxiate your TwistedChildren. You will let them WriteFromTheHeart, rip Words-From-The-Heart until their hearts are empty oyster shells. You seek to destroy us.
But We-The-Artists, We-Write-To-Escape. We cannot be waylaid by the Utter-Insanity of ValentineHearts.
We will Defy-the-fates. We will collidewiththesirens. It is our exquisiteoath to FightToWrite with inked swords and origami Battledress. Allies-In-Art we seek the UnspecifiedUnknown, the UntamedUnwanted, the DistortedSmile hiding a deviousdarkheart. For DeathIsOnlyDarkness unless our DarkSentences, our EchosOfSouls, live on after us.
So no, Love, you will not defeat me. Whether you break or bend me at your will I will transcend, and use your weapons against you, CrushGoddess "Love" and utilise you; poeticimmortal. You may flyonmywing, Love. For I will fly high above yours.
ForMyMuse can trap love in A-Fistful-Of-Pages. I do not fear love, for love fears me, J-u-d-a-s, who will betray love and trap it in a cage of paper, the-real-vault. The pen is mightier than the heart, my Love. thelifeofwords. I will bury you, with little-bird-bones. My words will echo eternally, long after love is dead. Live-Love-Write.
- namenotrequired, IAmPoetry.