Lavender Ribbons of Rain

Lavender Ribbons of Rain

A Poem by Reika
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The way you might read it might not be in the rhythm I wrote it to in my mind. It seems random at glance, but I assure you, as you might already know, it has meaning behind it. Let's see if you can guess. :)

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A rush-hearted,

 tarnished glass

That blinded

steady offering kindness.

My heart is heavy like broken leaves

stitched together like stardust

shimmering lightly

eyes creep

Brushing

 Silver diamonds

Sung so pretty

Hung on the tree

 and eclipses chorus in the night we

Couldn’t cherish this

fragile life.

These splintered spies

through this brass door

Shallow-mellow like

before the horse sleeps

Shores of breezy trees

Kiss heads burst open wounds bleed flesh.

I’ve got no remorse for you holding hammers

Nailing the crystal ships and

Ice, there

Why don’t you take me inside

I’ll singe your cries

No more, singing lies

Lie down in greener pastures

Passing through

the sands of time

Can’t stop the

Pages soft parodies

Running fast among

posies

blue

I’m not in the mood for your

Paper roses

So come and snatch from fingers

Striking these hands of mine

And

Rip

Them

Up

To

Shreds

Don’t

Look

Back

And

Face

Regret

Listen

and tell you what

they mean

Those bells that haunt the ear dreams

Building those

graves around

the Red Yellow Blue

Black Seven stones shiver

Crazed emotions

And bitter wording

calling on to what I have seemed to be

Don’t you have anything more to say?

Any way that

steps that cross the line

Of same mind set,

Belligerent

Profiles frozen

Poses

Nobody said

That

This

 is

the

end

.

© 2009 Reika


Author's Note

Reika
Yes, these words are more so lyrics than just poetry.

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Stunning in content and presentation... this piece is a jewel to treasure, I was swept away in your lines.
Very good work!





Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the hammer part made me think of Johnny works with 1 hammer

Posted 14 Years Ago


very pretty writing.. i like dark poetry but this is good really good :)) nice job writing it.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on September 10, 2009

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Reika
Reika

Kanagawa, Japan



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