Heh. Just a stupid random poem I wrote in Adv. English class the other day. Yeah, we had to choose a piece of artwork, and then let it inspire us to write.
I ended up writing this poem. So, well... here it is. Comment if you'd like about it, it's up to you...
So Purple. So You.
The outside world, so dark and cold
Dreamers never to belong
Retreat to your sanctuary
And watch tomorrow’s sweet suffering
Melt away, deep into the rhythm of
Your quiet, calming breath.
This place is yours, so perfect.
All though the world can never understand why you run,
Run so quickly,
Into the purple mountains
And rest your head on the soft, supple grass.
Close your eyes, sweet child.
Allow slumber to find you –
It has been searching for some time now.
Lay still, my darling,
This won’t hurt a bit.
Relaxation feels so foreign to your stiff,
Weakened muscles.
Breathe,
Your breath, so powerful,
Can heal all pain, all tension.
Fear, hurt, malice,
None of these exist now.
Yet for some reason, you continuously
Refuse this peace
Isn’t this what you always wanted?
Your deepest desires,
Your silent wishes as the beautiful tears
Fell from your eyes.
I heard it all,
I created this place, for you
And for some reason beyond,
My infinite comprehension
You still are unhappy
Why?
I gave up an eternity for you
Your eyes remain hollow
I’ve always been able to see through,
Deep into your heart
But now I don’t want to, not anymore.
I sacrificed everything, my entire world
Instead of welcoming peace with open arms
You took a glance, and then turned away.
Look into your empty shell
And learn to live, for I am leaving
Quieter than when I arrived.
For a moment, a mere, simple, insignificant moment
I look back, but you don’t see me.
The door closes behind me
Not even this sanctuary can calm me now
Rain, beautiful rain
Fall down and cleanse the purple
From the mountains
Rain turns to fire
Set ablaze the soft and supple meadow
Falling on my knees
I’ll ignore the knocking
You miss this place
The one I created for you...
You miss me.
The way my quiet presence
Never ceased to put a smile, if only a small one
Upon your weary face
If I were to let you in now,
You’d look at me the way you always used to
Like a wounded bird
Eyes pleading for me to take you in,
Once more.
But this place I built,
Engulfed in singeing rubble
Won’t heal you now.
I gave you perfection
But darling,
Not even the purple mountains,
The ones always matching your attire
Aren’t enough to save you now.
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