Poems written by wildwhistles

Why I Write?

Why I Write? ode

Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into

Truth

Truth short poem

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue, that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Ghost Town

Ghost Town short poem

When you used to live here, The morning came early, Because in the night we would watch the moon And see it blink into the sun. The streets were filled with rainbow colors. The birds sang to golden quivers That

Beyond

Beyond elegy

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Unmatched Batch

Unmatched Batch ballad

We were unmatched batch She was a night owl and I was the morning bird. In the darkness I saw the gaze of the moon in her ogling eyes I heard the rumbling of thunder in her hoot Ruffling my