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Lament of Life


dear me, the woe of time weaved with 
        ~ ultraviolence ~ 
you have held me close, in the universe of
        ~ hesitance ~
but, does the vigilance in you whisper low? 
when the bluebirds of blemished love know,
as I fly away, where black dahlias bleed 
and dance to the wine-blush of weeds,
that never forgot the cry of the morose moon 
embellishing omen with emerald rune,
because everything is not forsaken,
in cacophonous croons, we remain mistaken;

when blames bear a blade,
and fears wear fame, with the face of fake fervent flame ~ 
fluent in the language of aching alchemy,
who deceive my tranquilizing truths with the blood they bury 

my worst enemy is the life I kept replaying without any comprehensive catharsis,
in the vinyl of wistfulness being my own villain, my nemesis;
in bloom-less sunsets, I metamorphose 
to my own crow-kissed cavern and cosmos ...

"lick the sun with the tongue of torment ~
  and taste my tears as you burn, O sky-dreamt,
  but not enough, to see the oblivious 
        where my metaphors remain mysterious, 
stigmatised by the spirit of the shadow
         that inks my name, with stardust does  
 only to be erased ~ by their death ...
          and here, I lament in kohl-laden breath "

so forgive me, m i s t r e s s  of the  p a s t,
tie my throat with knots of thistle kismet at last~
as cruel pearl cherubs poison this petal,
and I become a rhyme in soul-metal,
whirling in wildflower witchery ~ 
between the sepals that echo misery;
but I do not seek to summon the dark,
and reminisce waterlily dusks with mauve marks, 
for, I will remain a sign of serendipity 
the one you know, I shall kiss ~till eternity 


     
and be left bereaved... the way... this life has never been mine to lull away...
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Crandall Avatar
September 27, 2026 at 7:07 PM
Wow, I think the alliterations, together with the rhymes (which I always like), the flow, and the great words and imagery, and a kind of drama all work together quite nicely. I have to crack this mystery - I don't want to see your throat in knots, or become a rhyme in soul-metal!
Hind Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 12:35 PM
woah, I am stammering, lol... your rhymes are just as good as your other styles, <3
Anaya Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 10:41 AM
🫰 Snapping fingers, Hiya , you immerse in the mindset of the macabre I 🖤 rhymes especially that which take us deep into darkness & bring us back with soul-metal light. "my worst enemy is the life I kept replaying without any comprehensive catharsis," by achieving goals, from reacurrimg non-gaining actions You win with courage, 💪 Bravisimo 👏 'poetess🧜‍♀️' & Best of luck 🤞~😊
Wolf Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 7:58 PM
I am overwhelmed by your vivid symphony of imagery, Hiya. Remarkable! ~ Gershon
Buehler Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 2:49 PM
This dark poem is quite lovely and haunting, dear Hiya. It was a great pleasure to read this, as your wonderful imagery always touches me.Very best wishes.❤️✍️⭐
Gibbons Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 10:11 AM
Wow hiya a very deep dark haunting write 🖤 the picture protrays the whole story bit sad 😭 hey both u and our mermaid 🧜‍♀️ empress of ink had me in tears today why? Coz I felt deep haunting ⚡️sounds in my heart n soul 🫂💋 in both your writings ✍️sprinkling some colourfu🌈l unicorn 🦄sprinkles ✨️of love n joy to chase any blues away 😄 hugzzzz friend of mine
Goldsmith Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 9:49 AM
"My Worst Enemy" is a great read from the first line to the last line. Love It.  A haunting picture. "Good Luck"  I did, "What Is My Worst Enemy?"  Have a lovely day writing away..........
DiMino Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 6:28 AM
"fluent in the language of aching alchemy, who deceive my tranquilizing truths with the blood they bury" -- Wow! Indeed, inadequacies, failure, they are all the enemy's lies. We are created to succeed. "but I do not seek to summon the dark, and reminisce waterlily dusks with mauve marks, for, I will remain a sign of serendipity the one you know, I shall kiss ~till eternity" -- We will be drawn to, attract, what we need for our physical, spiritual evolution...very true. I soar with your poetry! A great read. Thank you.
Kavanagh  Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 6:23 AM
Hey there Hiya, this one is a pretty haunting recurrence of memory, I particularly liked the idea that our worst enemy can sometimes be the life we continually replay in our own minds. Although I sensed a movement from darkness toward acceptance here. I love this line (Lick the sun with the tongue of torment ~ and taste my tears as you burn, O sky-dreamt) now that’s pure poetry, Wishing you all the best for contest, cheers David
Onclaud Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 6:08 AM
talk of slight macabre...you dug deep into the recesses of subconscious, wailing through stark imaginings of a conflicted mind...what a brave attempt at dark prose, hiya...a piercing artword!
Kerr Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 5:19 AM
Hiya, I am totally swept up into the upper echelons of your monumental magnetic literary flourish. The profusion of your command of english is manifested in this unique uncomprimising self analysis. The depth of personality you display. Your words incisive.🔥🔥🔥🔥 “reminisce waterliliy dusks with mauve marks,” embellishing omen with emerald rune,” I adore but I adore all of this. Good luck in contest. I cherish your observant critiques of my work. Warmth and light H
Kendrick Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 5:14 AM
There is some darkness here that matches the dark omen of the crows in the picture. Sometimes we are our worst enemy. Thank you for sharing this one with us. Way to go. 👍. Sara K.
Smith  Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 3:27 AM
This is a haunting, richly lyrical poem that turns self-conflict into a darkly romantic, almost incantatory landscape. The fractured spacing, recurring tildes, and cascading images give it a dreamlike, confessional form, while the lush colour imagery—“wine-blush,” “emerald,” “mauve,” and “kohl”—deepens its gothic atmosphere. The closing lines leave a particularly poignant sense of dispossession and grief.
Poet Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 2:36 AM
Your poem takes the reader on a deep and personal trip through strong emotions and vivid images, dear Hiya. Your world is one of a kind, with themes of hunger, inner struggle, and nostalgia. The language is deep and vivid, which makes the reader want to keep reading. But are easy to understand, as the wonderful imagery is just amazing. This would help the feelings hit harder. Your style is exceptional, and your unique voice comes through.
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