My bed: a cradle and canvas for chimera cavities,
My bed: a cradle and canvas for chimera cavities, splotched in puddles of tears and fears.
My temper tick-tocks like peeling petals,
My temper tick-tocks like peeling petals, trembling as the feelings fluctuate
My temper tick-tocks like peeling petals, trembling as the feelings fluctuate and my words whimper and weep.
Why do yours come back in a hundred hushes and heartbreaks never heard,
Is sadness a spiraling static screensaver?
But like mocha mornings swirled into sunrise,
But like mocha mornings swirled into sunrise, your hum and my heart harmonize the horizon
But like mocha mornings swirled into sunrise, your hum and my heart harmonize the horizon of this morose midnight.
The caffeine condition calms,
The caffeine condition calms, choreographing the colours of my missed muse.
My eyes erupt into pearly white prophets,
My eyes erupt into pearly white prophets, double dollops of dreams foxtrotted into fairy tales.
Our stippled sensations sizzled like cigarettes
Our stippled sensations sizzled like cigarettes soliloquizing a salsa of smoke sowed like misty snowflakes.
Our pink pizzazz polkaed poetry and pulses punctuated passion
Our pink pizzazz polkaed poetry and pulses punctuated passion that pauperized the pain and pressure.
We were roses raptured and bloomed into berry blushes through a bolero of bliss,
We were roses raptured and bloomed into berry blushes through a bolero of bliss, twirled into tangerine and teeming with our tranquil taste and tempo.
But our cream candle must have lost its step somewhere, didn’t it?
Blown out with the melody of a million merry memories
Blown out with the melody of a million merry memories and the aroma of your amber air,
Blown out with the melody of a million merry memories and the aroma of your amber air, a song of your smiles and serenity.
None of that ever happened, did it, love?
Stars can’t really be coloured in rainbows,
Stars can’t really be coloured in rainbows, but that’s what you were.
Memories are nothing but a trance through teardrops.
The colour of my voice is a void.
(Aside) After two weeks, I am happy to write again! I planned this piece after -- and during -- the writing of 'Action Figures', a few weeks ago, but the themes of this piece came from spurs today.
I was inspired by a few songs -- which were ironically very poppy and cheerful, unlike the tone of this piece -- and @tofu_tofu's prompt, of course, which was 'coffee'! I had no clue what to do with it, but colour and dance came to me instantly.
My original plan for this piece was to do something on procrastination, to callback to some of @tofu_tofu's pieces in a way that I found relatable, and some of the lines here were originally written for that purpose. I decided change direction, however, as what I had written fit well with this change of plan.
Heartbreak isn't something I write on too often, but I hope I did a decent job, at the very least. The candle idea was one of those pre-planned ideas (although that was heavily reworked), and the eye and cigarette lines were ones that I wrote in advance. :)
The reason why I changed direction was because the spurs I had today were too strong to ignore, and I find that it's good to write on emotions while they last. (I did not feel heartbreak today, just to clarify, but music does have a funny way of making us feel things!)
I hope this piece isn't too much of a downer, and I will admit that I felt a bit emotional while writing it. I hope I did my thoughts justice through my words! That is always such a challenge, though!
Take care, Commaful, and I hope that you are all doing well! Keep on writing and dreaming! <3