A Poem by Vian






A splash of staccato orange passion,

on a too faint baby blue

Like flight- without the clouds,

But a solid D-O-M following.

Dark, alluding to the end

Too heavy to fly

Brown, that is, burnt orange, 

Cooled into a sticky mess.

A bird plucked from the sky.

-dom like 'doom'.


Cold, wet, brown,

With a bridge of uncertainty.

A flash of red is absolute.


is always worth the


© 2014 Vian

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I have submitted this poem in a competition.

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To truly understand this piece, one must simulate an atomic blast by singing the eyebrow hairs off of ones self with an orange Bic lighter. Then--after the acrid scent of citrus hangs like a ghost in the air--one must apply the sweet salacious salt to the seventh degree burns and repeatedly stick ones finger in and out and in and out of a floridan orange's genetalia. Then--after the symphonic fruit has climaxed--one must ingest the orange through the reverse process of digestion--I wont paint this picture but Im sure one can paint it for themselves. Finally, after the orange has been digested out the mouth, one must gently (gently) peel off the twelve layers of clorox scented skins from the fruit and read the hidden code imprinted in the core of the orange ... which clearly states what this poem is about. Thats how I did it. Nice poem man! It reeks of genius and stings the nostrils when I inhale the ink.

Posted 6 Years Ago

It reminded me of a painter sitting at his easel.
He wars with himself, painting night and day, a bird in the sky witnesses this change from light to dark,
And the painter decides on sunset to sunrise.
Both light and dark.
The freedom to be both this and that.
Well played! ^^

Posted 7 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Interesting idea. I should pick up a paintbrush and see if I can pull off poeming in paint. What a t.. read more

6 Years Ago

xD You're welcome. ^^
Freedom and oranges . . . Is there some sort of cultural reference between the two? I feel like I'm missing something.
Regardless, I enjoyed the illustrations envisioned by your poetry, as always. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Haha freedom is what you make it. Am I a culture? Freedom is orange as far as I'm concerned, it is .. read more

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Added on April 1, 2014
Last Updated on April 1, 2014
Tags: Freedom, Orange, Bird, Doom



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Lord Vian is a resident of the Human Cage, as He's sure most who can read this are. This Lord unfortunately suffers from Binge-Writing and has a tendency to ignore the thing called 'Life' when consume.. more..

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