Violet

A sonic poem. I poem based on the sound of the words as much as the words themselves. This one's a little out there though.

Sophisticated vegetation 

Glass masturbation

Arsenic parsley, gargoyles parasite

Vaccinating fortunate orphanage coral warrior diving conniving glory hole miracle

Linguistic depictions bigotry blistering the whispered characteristics

Skeptical weaponized poltergeist

Lackadaisical angel anticipation anthem Evangelion Beelzebub

Melancholy telephone paranoia spoiled

The night bites into and consumes the moon illuminating

Skedaddling battleground leaving the cavalry in the bottomless abyss of apocalypse

The apostles writhing in the spit

And so the four horsemen were born, before the cold slumber, the coming storm

Leaving the free birds deceivers

Wings of hope fly dead bird murderers

Tdodeloo hecatomb, beautiful beckoning, the root of evil septic tanks

Voodoo communication

Perpendicular constrictor liberating consolidation liquidating vaccinated hatred spacial recreational polymerization cultivating malaria stereotypical ellipsis malnutrition dipping scissoring insanity slithering savagery clitoris imaginative passionate lascivious lacerations crafting the space-time equilibrium, human amphibians blooming carnations, of captivated amazement capitalization, taking the train station and abstract placement of absolute anomalies discombobulated novelties of some other god’s unwanted wannabe comedy

It broke me, and so I shattered

Into a thousand pieces of unreleased mayhem

And sent my decapitated body to materialize

No special snowflakes, just raindrops

And I retaliate to all this hatred, like a rain cloud

Soured by memories and corpses

And cowardice

A harbinger who harbours his own darkness, on a heartless sea, docking on apocalypse

Sanguine on the red seabed of madness

I know my choice, I own my voice and hoist the mainsail to a parallel world, where everyone wields willpower of the stillborn oceans

And suffering is just an abortion, shipping new life, warmth, in the cold maelstrom

And I won’t die hospitalized

I’ll capsize violet on the horizon

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

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This was a shorter poem than the ones you usually write. The reporting sounds make this so much like a rhyme and enjoyable to read. It was strong beating of words. I loved it.😊 I was good to read the new poems from you.