#vil_witch

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  • fromwitchpen 6w

    #vil_witch Phew, My third villanelle after a long time.
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    Her eyes look like unheard
    stories, the clouds go berserk
    while searching for the heaven
    betwixt her orbs. Fire and
    brimstones, what her laugh
    shredded upon the vague
    veranda of vamoosed verses.
    They attired the guffaws of
    perdition with streetlights and
    counterfeit similes. I've lived
    betwixt her poetries she never
    coiled the pandemonium of
    turnpike troubadours in
    lecherous ignis fatuus which
    gurgle out phantasm on the
    grief-stricken walls manipulating
    the doldrums kept inside a jar
    of clemency. I flapped my wings

    Befogged,

    She an ample-apple of
    fuliginous stardust
    nurturing my eensy soul with
    fierce-flowers and compassion
    evoking a euphoric bedlam
    beside my lungs

    They,
    smoked
    evils, deaths, knives,
    blood, huckery hymns and
    my unfeigned condolences
    to her unwavering
    beauty

    I grilled her heart
    on wilted orchids they
    coughed out blood
    and turned to fragrant
    roses

    She cursed my
    existence I stabbed
    her words
    she blamed my facade
    I chopped off
    her name
    She taunted our telepathy
    but then
    her pain subsided and I
    saw her crying while
    writing a villanelle

    I snatched away her
    coal orbs. But blindly
    she guided the rhymes
    and I tip-toed to keek
    that tear she sobbed
    before taking the last
    breath

    ~ I'm that lonely word she forgot to write in that villanelle before she cwtched quietude.

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    'The rain is falling and I'm traumatized
    God asked the address of my sorrows
    I assured a bard I'm wholly cicatrized
    -
    I feel flamboyant to 've death visualized
    They seek for redemption in my brows
    The rain is falling and I'm traumatized
    -
    I was a day, gloomy dim and materialized
    With auburn parables, silver-tongue of crows
    I assured a bard I'm wholly cicatrized
    -
    T'was condemn thyself after I demised
    I throttled you betwixt my deep furrows
    The rain is falling and I'm traumatized
    -
    Hills, Euphrates and bridges fossilized
    oh, the Gold, cold your upcoming tomorrows
    I assured a bard I'm wholly cicatrized
    -
    I spurned my words as they are, immortalized
    seeking a sooty swan in the present boroughs
    The rain is falling and I'm traumatized
    I assured a bard I'm wholly cicatrized'
    _ she, the poetry.
    ©fromwitchpen

  • fromwitchpen 26w

    * In music, a villanella is a form of light Italian secular vocal music which originated in Italy just before the middle of the 16th century.

    *A villanelle, also known as villanesque, is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain.

    *kohl~a black powder, usually antimony sulphide or lead sulphide, used as eye make-up especially in Eastern countries.

    *Mine here refers to place in the ground where substances such as coal, metal, and salt are removed.

    #impermanence
    #vil_witch

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    WHEN LIFE'S CHORD ENTWINE WITH RHYTHM OF VILLANELLA.

    Vanquishing the rays of sun, Didn't life opine?
    the grudge we are holding for each other
    Pulsatile your veins, O' now why do you whine?

    The road where you are trying to find pre-eminence, a serpentine,
    Your ancestral roots putrefy and steadily wither,
    Vanquishing the rays of sun, Didn't life opine?

    Coughs of heartache and labyrinth of lapse combine,
    You killed your dreams, they could be your armour in pessimistic weather,
    Pulsatile your veins, O' now why do you whine?

    Whether your words weigh down in greyish and fibster mine,
    Still try to feel the gust of nostalgic days to weave your quill's feather,
    Vanquishing the rays of sun, Didn't life opine?

    Pungent smell of failures rush the pressure of your dopamine,
    And then easy paths seems cherry on top, leads to destruction whether,
    Pulsatile your veins, O' now why do you whine?

    Every single spoon of treachery and hatred feels so divine,
    That warm epoch of your childhood languidly smother,
    Vanquishing the rays of sun, Didn't life opine?
    Pulsatile your veins, O' now why do you whine?

    /So touch the optimistic hues of life and pulsatile your veins with tranquility/

    Pulverizing the mirror of verity, you flouted hour of death,
    Your eyes were sparkling with Kohl but blinded with stardom,
    Tell me, those sandcastles of warmth and benevolence to whom you bequeath?

    Gnawing the lilacs of morality, you are burning in your fame's wraith,
    Your modesty of yesteryear now a hubristic phantom,
    Pulverizing the mirror of verity, you flouted hour of death

    Sleeping on the vague sugary clouds of fake praises, how do you breath?
    Those real faces who cares, for you are like signs of boredom,
    Tell me, those sandcastles of warmth and benevolence to whom you bequeath?

    Did you ever pondered why those ghost resides your bed's beneath ?
    And then when the strings of hope collide, your mind fathom,
    Pulverizing the mirror of verity, you flouted hour of death,

    You sketch your collarbone on canvas of glee and blithe,
    And when the black hues chomp your skin, apocalypse your kingdom,
    Tell me, those sandcastles of warmth and benevolence to whom you bequeath?

    Tantalizing your heart with reveries drowned in delusions, without thinking about the aftermath,
    You weave future with dark gossamers, walking away from stairs of freedom,
    Pulverizing the mirror of verity, you flouted hour of death,
    Tell me, those sandcastles of warmth and benevolence to whom you bequeath?

    /So wipe off the vapours of effrontery and egoism and inbreathe serene zephyr/
    ©fromwitchpen