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Hazel Suns

October 14, 2015
By LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula


The world changes and I must face what I did

I caught the tear from when the sky fell

the hell in which I dwell became the shell

in which I hide

I sought sanctuary from my thoughts, my mind

the darkness that surrounds my brain

is the pain that chains me, keeps me sane

now I leave it behind

I stay buried in my thoughts from when I was alone

wishing I was one to be two, how could I have known

see what I see, what I was shown for I shone brighter

I was stone, harder, brighter, higher, fighter and lighter

I couldn't see the world as it was, and yet now I see

I will forever be blind to the world as it is blind to me

Yet my love sees it, she sees my pain, my way of life

my strife that not pricked with sincerity, sharp as a knife

it's true that the world will be duller, but fuller as I breathed

in a world with no breath so sharp as to have kept it sheathed

I cut with my words, they leave burning marks upon flesh

What fresh hell could I release from a calm easy rest?

I confess that my world is dark

That I hide more than is marked

That this outside, this bark

is but the absolute bareness

I reveal before we embark

The skies are light blue, the sun overhead

I thought the night before I would surely be dead

but instead I rise like warm air, as love may rise

I've escaped my demise, and land upon a butterfly

So small, that I may never feel large

Insignificant, and I may never take charge

If I may be forged in love, see me weak

yet forged in hate, I conquer the meek

What do I seek?

The colors begin to fade, my eyes begin to fail

Her hazel suns on the horizon as I set sail

I'm frail, too weak to understand, still I stand

I take her hand and watch the grains of sand

slip the the glass of my heart, for my ego is soothed

my bloodthirst sated, no god am I, it's overrated, 

or perhaps I may stay with my creations

Watch them create their own nations

watch them grow from their own stations

watch them become what I only dreamed

Why be a mortal, for a god, it would seem

 

may have all and more, and live truly free


The author's comments:

I was once an atheist, then I found out I'm a god! 


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on Oct. 18 2015 at 12:33 pm
LotusChild PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
32 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Let them hate, so long as they fear me" ~Colligula

Yes, it seems as though I've lost my powers to slash away at the darkness, or rather I seem to have walked into the light, a place with no darkness to hack at, and so such an agressive aproach would seem ingenuine. It toon me a while to find a way to move forward with my pieces, it seems that hatred and hope are my peaks, but what lies beyond that? It's as if the world had presented itself as my enemy, and I envy it's freedom to choose it's side, and now I must choose to either kill it, or stay my blade, keep it hidden inside. I'm at an inner struggle, finding a balance between my happiness and my art and it seems as though my life flourishes, my art suffers, it falls apart slowly, or rather it stays intact, but weaker... I will continue to write, however since the art isn't as strong as I wished for it to be, it may take more time between each piece.

Beila BRONZE said...
on Oct. 18 2015 at 1:41 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

You know what I find hysterical? I think I've turned your Teen Ink profile into my own personal Lit Analysis course by accident. Am I getting my BA in LotusChild poetry anytime soon?! ;)

Beila BRONZE said...
on Oct. 18 2015 at 1:39 am
Beila BRONZE, Palo Alto, California
3 articles 0 photos 516 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." -Mark Twain

Wow. You never disappoint! :) I was just thinking of you this morning, wondering how weird it would be to post a random comment and ask how you're doing. :P "Hazel Suns"--the title itself is a touching tribute, both hidden and revealing, as the best poetic allusions are. I think there's something so beautiful about reading this new "era" of your poetry and being able to compare it to the previous one. It's like looking at Picasso's Blue Period versus his work with Cubism. To see the progression of an artist is so much greater than just analyzing one work, and it's really cool to see you actually writing about that here. :) You really capture it in these lines: "If I may be forged in love, see me weak/ yet forged in hate, I conquer the meek/ What do I seek?" The poetry born from your solitude and anger was powerful, incredibly so, and I know I told you with many of your pieces that they just physically took my breath away; the intensity was too great to allow for pauses between the lines. Now, you're almost in a new genre. Where past poems exploded and slammed the reader in the face, this one blossoms and develops. It's tender and cautious, like a growing smile. It's beautiful, and yes it doesn't cut through the world to the core of some deep, dark truth like some of your past pieces have done, but does that make this less earth-shatteringly precious? You're right--sometimes, you have to turn heavenward to see the greater picture. As always, I love your divinity motif. On a strictly word-y level, it's not quite as strong as some of your other stuff, especially in the beginning, but maybe that's okay... Maybe you only needed that "wordplay on steroids" to convey anger, and now that you're writing in love, you don't want to create that effect. Never could I wish upon you to return to "the old you," but neither can I pretend I don't miss his raw power with words. :) Keep playing with your style, and keep publishing! I want to see what else this new perspective can bring out....