Sound of Violet

December 3, 2011
By Orestes GOLD, Oakland, California
Orestes GOLD, Oakland, California
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i once heard
a humming sound
when these six walls
they closed on me
and thick asphalt
it fell on me

they twirled and they
tortured me
and spat back out

the best of me

the paint it seeped
into my eyes
my left one red
the other blue
and how it'd hurt
when tears would fall

i could see
melancholy
i could see

the best of me

the paint it seeped
into my ears
my left one red
the other blue
and how it'd sting
when i would cut

back and forth
this bloody knife
this pain it is

the best of me

the paint it seeped
into my throat
its toxic flowed
into my blood
and how it'd drip
when i would bleed

it'd fall upon
the sacred earth
this earth, it is

the best of me

that's when i heard
i heard the hum
the sound it is
my choking heart
that when you hear
becomes a song

and this, it is

the best of Me


The author's comments:
Please ignore Stephanie. It never happened. This is the first poem I put serious effort in, about a artist/writer and solitude, and I would really like some feedback. Please comment! Thank you.

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