OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 19: Purple

Image by Ron Rev Fenomeno from Pixabay

Purple feels like my deep dreams

When I'm wrapped in royal mystery

Purple feels like I've been redeemed

Purple feels like the wildest scenes

From my debauched history

Purple feels like my deep dreams

When inspiration bathes me in lavender beams

So bright that they should blister me

Purple feels like I've been redeemed

My purple prose soothes my soul's tortured screams

Though my detractors scorn my work bitterly

Purple feels like my deep dreams

Purple bruise in my heart which can't be seen

By those who sneer that my dreams are frippery

Purple feels like I've been redeemed

I fade into my purple dreams

And all the world fades for me

Purple feels like my deep dreams

Purple feels like I've been redeemed

~Cie~

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Anyone who knows me at all ought to be massively unsurprised that I'm dedicating this one to Jimi.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 22 + Poems in April Day 22: My Vicious Villanelle: 1000% Done

At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules

I'm tired of word counts and prompts of the day

I've decided that rules are for fools

I could write about my family jewels

But they're all plastic anyway

At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules

I could create something with power tools

With drills and chain saws I could play

I've decided that rules are for fools

I could see about going back to school

But I'd probably just cut class anyway

At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules

I don't want to be so mean and cruel

But I must say, for the end of prompts I pray

I've decided that rules are for fools

The calendar says that the end is in sight

So though I wish I could quit I guess I'll stay

At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules

I've decided that rules are for fools

~Cie~

Notes:

I've always said that I write two kinds of poems: dark and silly.

I'm a despicable liar.

I actually write three kinds of poems.

Dark, silly, and snarky.

Guess which kind this is.

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 5: The Scream of the Butterfly at the End of the World

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Why does the sun go on shining

Like heaven ablaze in our eyes

This is the end of nights when we tried dying

I want to be alone in the darkness with my crying

Where I can't hear the voices whispering their lies

Why does the sun go on shining?

I scream and hear nobody replying

Not even an echo from the tomb does arise

This is the end of nights when we tried dying

I try to fool myself but there is no denying

All things end and everything dies

Why does the sun go on shining?

I will remain till the end of my life alone and pining

For the one who no longer listens to my cries

This is the end of nights when we tried dying

I wish one last time I'd hear your voice replying

Before everything I was wastes away and dies

Why does the sun go on shining?

This is the end of nights when we tried dying

~Cie~

Note:

Today's criteria were: write a villanelle, use lines from outside sources, and have lines which oppose each other in some way. I think I succeeded. Just thank your lucky stars I wasn't feeling snarkier than I am at the moment. I could have used the line "fuck, fuck, fuck me, Baby" from the uncensored version of "The End."

The End (The Doors)

The End of the World (Skeeter Davis)

Wings of a Butterfly (H.I.M.)