Heart burning in silence,
Devoid of smoke and ash,
yet I still ignite within.
Soul lit; but leaving no mark,
wounds still glare in the night!
©Chitra Arun
wispy chiffon curtains parted a tiny bit
I faced a pink storybook horizon
a sailboat glided past,
completing the canvas
making it surreally magical
the dried flowers matched
I ran for my camera
hoping to capture this
so I could paint it at a later time
alas, it never looked the same
not ever that glorious
luckily, it was seared into
my artist mind
Strength sparce, shattered self-esteem
Should she shout, should she scream
Stunned she sat, spirit suddenly shorn
Should she show said 'spouse's scorn'
Sorrow's sting submerges, silence surrounds, sanity slips
Splintered, she seeks satisfaction searching spite's sinking ships
Ripples of lava,
Spewing out from volcanos
I am this flaw…
Sweet shards of I-don’t-knows
I am burning quite aflame
You like to always blame me
For your ridiculous game
Of blasphemous, insidious envy
I’d rather become numb with bad news
Instead of succumbing to nothing
I am ancient, gross gum on your shoes…
Darling, you were my everything
Until you stepped all over me and lied
Until you pressed upon me vanity
The darkness is somewhat dwelling inside
Our craniums of unknown gravity
You’re the lava in my heart's every beat
I am the volcanos that erupt in repeat
I’m falling apart by the seams of agony
You take me away with your melancholy
Seared
Satin
Held by strings
With scents
+--------------------+
Of cinnamon flavor
Colored umber
Flames burn
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Nette Onclaud's "SEPTOLET THE PUPPET" contest
9/12/2012
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