Kaleidoscope
i'm living in a round room made of glass. the ceiling stretches up towards the moon, and the stars are mapped out beneath my feet, blinking red, blue and green. everyday i stand in the centre of the room, staring at the walls as the Colours journeyed from one end to another and back again.sometimes an earthquake occurs, and the room shakes from side to side. the Colours whirl across the walls in a dizzying frenzy, and the light gets too hard to bear. on such days i curl up in a ball and close my eyes as tight as i can.
sometimes the glass walls crack in the cold. the Colours would seep through and come to me. red is stinging and prickly, and leaves rashes on my skin. blue is icy-cold, and numbs my body to immobility. green is warm and fuzzy, yellow whistles and bubbles.
today, when i woke up, the Colours had all fled the walls. i stared out at a dense white fog creeping up the walls, threatening to swallow up the moon and the stars. rubbing my eyes, i looked around.
a gentle thud at my feet. white hovered at my toes, a smooth oval pebble the size of my fist.
"didn't you escape with the others?"
i cupped it in my hands, and we sat down and waited.
posted by Chrome @ 4:53 PM
3 Comments:
White
My lady recognises not
Blight
My lady feels the rot
I am white
Combination of all
Colours that brighten
Up this world
And brighten up the world I will
If she would only let me
Bring her out into the gardens
Wilting in her absence
And blush the roses will
In shame at the lustre of her lips
And bloom the sunflowers will
For she and the sun are the same
And brighten the white orchids she will
For the fairness of her skin doth shine
From her their beauty would emanate
From her speech their fragrance would originate
From her eyes all brightness would come
If only she would recognise me
Seraph
Not a demon
Apollo
Not Hades
You misunderstand my fire
Leaving me in a grief
Without pang
Without sighs
Without tears
Just... void
Barren of events
Short of excitement
Obscure I am
Void
Existing for existence's sake
Wholly for myself
I embrace no soul
Void
I am too great yet too weak
How contradictory
No mentor have I
Void
I wish to see your smile
But all I get is tundra
It seems I deserve nothing
But I wish to tell you
Without you
My life is...
Void
February is the worst month
Memory and desire stirring
Memories of a love lost
Desire for the love that was mine...
A dead tree gives no shelter
A faraway bolster no comfort
A cold shoulder no warmth
Why do roots still grow
Deep in this stony heap
Of hopelessness?
Why does the flower of love
Still bloom in such
Desolate shadow?
Tear through this stony heap
Brighten up the creepy shadow
And you shall see me for what I am
Fear
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