royalty in tiny
bottles of fresh ink
hues of magenta
spilt in diaries
like drink; velvet words fill pages
cover to finish
a cushion for my
ramble, my majestic cynic:
lilac flamenco bound by
melancholic stitches.
these hues of magenta
are the only god i know,
i leave my words of
plumish grape for when
i'm gone and my soul
sings through amethyst starlight
in that indigo
night - o' spin my threads of
magenta - the
fruit of my life!
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Hiru Batepola (she/her)
20 year old sri-lankan canadian writer
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Jan 1,1979 Dexter Gordon was live at the Carnegie Hall, and had one of my favorite concerts. He reads the lyrics like poetry, sounding like soft velvet before he turns those words into pure music that makes me feel like I’m Ann Margret in “Made in Paris” where she is on the balcony watching the show in Paris and states “who needs to drink when I'm drunk enough on life” that’s how I feel, especially when the saxophone is playing. Ann Margret also sings the same song, an American Standard- More than you know. One of the most beautifully written songs. This 1979 concert is also in one of the most famous music venues from 1891, truly breathtaking when you hear him play there.
By Kallie Venturini ❤️5 days ago in Poets
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