Walking on eggshells
Never helped to instil
A moment
Last time I checked
Beyond the cheque book
Of time
Into the galaxies
Of space
Which reappear
And dissipate
Almost
In the same moment
Broken
Upon years
Geared into electric hemispheres
Cultivated into parallel oxygens
Appeared beyond broken shores
Though sometimes
It may seem
A gleam shines into
The leftover shrapnel
Of fear and time
Interwoven into one
Stepped between the woody path
That makes up your mind
But, which may
If you decide
Talk deeply effervescent
Smeared around edges
Which glow, hued
In between auras
Seemingly translucent
Yet lucid
Flowing currents
That take us past
The beauty that lingers
Beyond the unfathomable sentiment
Left behind by denied essence
Epitomised into a catalyst
Of what you've always known
Yet indefinitely failed
To realise
How unwise
To disguise a blood soaked heart
With something so poignant
It stings upon release
Burning through hazy lenses
Which may appear rosy, at times
Unwound through spellbound
Words spoken, unbroken
Collectively misshapen
Plausibly misled
So feed
The feeling
Wind it around your outstretched
Fingers
Perhaps you will find
That not everything is
As it appears
Through sheer demise
Something of a surprise
Reveals
Foreign dialect
Exchanged through sounds
Verbalised, in an unknown dimension
Distantly connected
By what is underneath
The sky of your youth
Unveiled in between
A summer metropolis
Utopia calling
Echoing through moonlit hills
That roll like carpet
Punctured with clouded
Judgement
Undermining
What was never heard
Only assumed
Transcending through
Predisposed trains
Of thinking
Understood, in ancient hollows
Exhaled, into zealous souls
Eager to fracture
Any missed opportunity
Curse
What once was sacred
Knowledge to the unknown
Capitalised into what is now
Expelled into corpse ridden waters
Discovered
Underneath collective culminations
Of kindred sensations
Sprinkled upon tongues
And sung through delicate
Lips
Smooth with deceit
Unrelenting with malice
Yet presenting
With an uncanny resemblance
To something pleasant
Odourless, yet sweet
A death defying treat
Bringing with it a tempestuous sway
Glowing above resounding pillars
Sketched underneath silent drones
Condensed in a feeling
Served like a spoonful of sugar
Until, in the sky
A star reveals itself
Into soul searching eyes
Intrigued, beyond repair
Backtracked and rewound
Sideways
Preemptive and anticipated
Unlike its realisation
Fermented into roots
Of emptied sorrow
And whispered
Unto tingling vibrations
Behind eyelids
And fingernails
Who's to say
That silence does not echo
For profound ramblings
Of observations within minds
Speak candid remarks
In sarcastic humour
Pythagoras glitters
Three points
Separated between
Smiling skin
Stretched along
An evergreen labyrinth
Depicting fortunes
In sand surrounded lines
Drawn
Before dawn
Positioned
Without fear
Acknowledged
In time
For remarkable feats
To take the place
Of unsatisfying fragments
Once moulded together
Like a puzzle
But now splattered
On the walls of inception
Gathered, and hunted
Like wolverines that lurk
In cross-hatched villages
Displayed in homes
Pretentiously symbolising
Vintage hearts
Separated
By zigzagged tension
Flittered
By insect like movements
Behind screens that display
Eyeball sized illuminations
Designed
Through heartfelt aesthetic
Joint
The same way leaves intertwine
On branches
Offered as tokens
Exhaled as memories
Taken for granted
And kissed into the sunset
Overlapped on a canvas
Etched into broken skin
Set behind a focus
Which will never cease
To exist
Channelled
Into an unconscious spiel
Of desire
Leftover
From past scepticism
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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