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In the EndIn the endIn the End by Phi921
what will be written on the plinth
beneath my marble head?
What will free me
from gyres of contemplation,
free my vexed yet fallow mind?
Oh, pernicious fate,
I admonish: You won't conquer!
Your predicament is greater than mine.
For I will bask in beauty of dirt and ash
and dote the Cosmos with ardent love,
mute your dirge through bray of will
‘til you take your final stand.
The squall of life shall be your undoing,
so rue! ever to have plagued mankind,
as you cease defeated and waned,
beneath my gaze springing from glades,
of vibrant colors and chrysalises embraced,
by my flower-enwrought and transient hands,
under triumphant spires of aspen trees.
~ Nino K.
A RealityA dirty sketchbookA Reality by Phi921
by silver quills,
writing out memories
of someone else.
I read your soul,
among airy panes
of glass and metal.
You reward me
with a gift
For a moment,
I became the past,
under the fading pulse
of tungsten coils.
~ Nino K.
PortraitIPortrait by Captain-Random
He wields his own tragedy like a jester's staff,
for the day he forgets to laugh at the man in the mirror
is the day the tears return.
The world is maddening, cruel,
and so he becomes a reflection
of perceived apathy.
The layers of battle-worn jackets conceal
that he is only flesh and bone and blood
but these days, mostly bone.
His thoughts dance between the globe's far side
and other worlds entirely, but never
linger long on the here and now.
Deflect concern and ridicule alike
with sharpened laughter
and extinguished stories.
FlourishUpon booming hills,Flourish by PlethoraFantastique
Within a patched home,
Swirls of paint droplets -
Encompass my own.
SuppressedI am who I hide and the things I don't say,Suppressed by RedRavenHood
The ambiguity behind each word that I weigh,
I am what I keep and not what I digress.
And yet, when even alone, I can't be myself.