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You look towards the setting sun

Burning like the fever in your head

Like the ring of fire encompassing you

Like the blurred opinions of your immature head


You look towards your favourite twilight sky

Teaching you lessons of your clogged existence

The crimson trail of clouds it leaves behind

The sky playing peekaboo with you


And you look back at what was once your day

Once a true, reciprocated love of yours

And now the howling storm clouding your mind

And the love in your heart seems like a void


You have now complaints about how nothing’s the same

Dancing with the devils and your inner demons

Waiting for the sun to shine again and show you the way

Waiting for the North Star to shine from within


You want to push those who tried to make you feel miserable

Off the cliff of your head to let them off your personal mind

To strangle each with your own bare hands

Till their skin matches your own crimson soul. 


Because it’s NaPoWriMo, another Poetry Challenge based on the theme colour.
The Colour Challenge: A week of original poetry based on seven colours.

(I’m extending the challenge by trying to tell a story through the seven colours. Don’t know if it’ll work out though.:P)

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Music to my soul

If I could write you a sonnet
The sky would be my paper
The stars my ink, the galaxies my words
Even then, I wouldn’t write
Because when I think of you
Thoughts fail, words give up
Stars fall, in shame
As I give in to my soul
Where the beating of your heart
Is etched forever.

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The ice cold wind
Puncturing hopes.
He went ahead
Where to? Unknown.
Life, he sighed.
A monster on his mind.
Scaring him.
Scarring him.

The sun was never hotter
She walked ahead with her will
Dropping, dropping.
Growing up.
The need to stop
But the urge to finish.
She walked on.

He faced them.
Once. Twice. Seven times.
The scars wouldn’t fade.
But the pain was gone.
Or was it?
The past on his mind

She beat them with her sword.
Or was it her mind?
It was over, however
She could now move on.
She could sleep peacefully
She could love truly.
The urge to start
The need to go on.
She couldn’t stop.

They said Poseidon was in your head.
They said you live on in Tartarus.
Do the monsters die then?
Aren’t they grey, like you?
Perhaps a darker shade.
Stop, you say. Wait!
We all need to catch up.
Only some fight. The others teach you
How to fight. But do we need?
Isn’t that how monsters are born?
Teach us love, hope and magic.

He looked into the horizon.
He laughed,
Eyes twinkling.
Scars fading.

She looked towards heaven
Stars winked at her, she said.
The winter is over, at the clearing, she stood.
Heaving relief. Smiling, peaceful.
Life was easy, she said.
The monster was only within me

This is why I don’t attempt Poetry. It’s always this bad. Mostly worse though. 😛
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