White World (Among Other Poems)A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) Another bunch of really short poems, and a medium-sized one. Love and soul was put into making these. Maybe even more so than the adoration I usually ride off of, hovering off the thermals.
(Winter Poem) White World Perforated hatred are the stars in the cardboard sky Under the wallpaper of daylight Tearing down our house of cards Little paper cuts can rip you to shreds Your disembowelled body the confetti before the show starts But you are not a star You are not a helicopter You are not s**t Your skin is paper-thin You are no book You are just a poem scraped together Just another silent anthem From an unknown voice In a crowded choir On the doorstep of a white world (Death Chant) Void The shattered form of cartilage is sculpting an effigy for God Because God is dead Man made their own God Because Man is Blind Blind people are visionaries Because they see no evil Eyes are divinity Because insight is knowledge If my glass eyes of flat affect are prisms for light Because I want to be seen as I am Maybe I could shatter God Because God has never been broken Maybe God is ripped apart like an open chest devoid of treasures Because that void is forever And God understands pain, his heart is human, and ours, a void Wax Nebula On the doorstep of a white world The shattered form of cartilage is sculpting an effigy for God In a crowded choir Because God is dead From an unknown voice Man made their own God Just another silent anthem Because Man is Blind You are just a poem scraped together Blind people are visionaries You are no book Because they see no evil Your skin is paper-thin Eyes are divinity You are not s**t
Because insight is knowledge You are not a helicopter If my glass eyes of flat affect are prisms for light But you are not a star Because I want to be seen as I am Your disembowelled body the confetti before the show starts Maybe I could shatter God Little paper cuts can rip you to shreds Because God has never been broken Tearing down our house of cards Maybe God is ripped apart like an open chest devoid of treasures Under the wallpaper of daylight Because that void is forever Perforated hatred are the stars in the cardboard sky And God understands pain, his heart is human, and ours, a void
Sometimes this asylum is so temporary that the madness feels eternal Because heaven is a graveyard for fallen angels The world is an eye blinking out of existence You are not real We are as abstract as a dream and as surreal as a painting Because Hell is the etherial plane of astral Capricorns projecting resurrection Maybe we made our own form of emptiness and called it something If words are constructed from the sole, hearts of a symphony At least we have orchestrated our voice Because I'd rather we echo through all the silence Enough for nothing to be worth everything we are And the white void of a dark world, worn like a monochromatic suit Isn't colour blind Because of shadow and shade, shards of light, malachite Shines silver intertwined in rhinestone rhymes chimera
God And your love is vicarious, even if I'm imagining it, playing with words Because you are my God
© 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |
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