Argyle Angel Poem by Adam Pinheiro

Argyle Angel



Heart pained passions fly to dusk,
Hide them here, all but there,
Tell me dear, what’do I hear?
Naught a word, silent tears.

Hardened facades keep at bay,
Curious crows, birds of prey.
Cornered off, there she’ll stay,
Buried deep, her faraway.

Untouched inside euphoric crowd,
Ungone, unseen, the fickle cloud.
Stark façade she took to bear,
Untouched, unseen, their chary glare.

Silently slipping; quicksand eyes,
Pouring gently fleeting cries.
Wild dartings give away,
Seep these visions meant to stay.

Fiery, passionate, burning schemes,
Dreams, gleams of sound and screams;
Her echoes and spites, rebukes and fights
Flit her mind, her body, soul,
Malice, monotony, ingenuous toll;

Softly slipping henna dreams,
Flowing, curling, fiber schemes,
Holding tight, wrapped around,
Beliefs, ideas, she nearly drowned.

And hair down, furl your curls,
Pernicious plait, silent date;
Seemingly innocent, eyes ablaze,
Ego shot, her darkest day.

Tears fall fast with razorblades,
Pain will peak, veins will leak,
Creeping crimson, lies imbue,
Dirty apathy breaking through.

Swimming storms of rigid lull,
Calm the seas, my peers, the null,
But silently slipping scarlet streams,
Softly slipping, henna dreams.

Take my hand, quiet clutch,
Lean by me, your silent crutch,
Sing your song, my harmony,
Pair my piece, your melody.

Wings will warp her stark sinew,
Save a soul, that ceased for you,
And falling boldly back to earth,
Rose so lightly, wings embarked.

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Adam Pinheiro

Adam Pinheiro

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