Poem I wrote

Under a dark sky
Swirling with tattered dreams
He stands alone
A man held captive
By the relentless, throbbing ache
Dwelling in some place
Deep within
Unidentifiable
Like the wreckage of a ship
Crashing in the night

His oceanic eyes piercing
The darkness inside me
Reflecting the heavy pain that breathes
In me
As if it were alive
Pulsing like my heartbeat
And the blood that runs through me

A silent captain of his painted ship
Under the stars as they clash
Into a stormy chaotic mess
Colors colliding with the dark fantasies of
A man lost in the night
Amongst the ruin
Of a beautiful, shattered mind

Navigating the tempestuous winds of his mind
Where stars pulsate through his veins
heartbeats that journey through the contorted galaxies of a lonely traveler of the night
Each glow, a wish he cannot grasp
A wish that stays untrue
Always just out of reach

His fingertips almost lightly brush
The softness
Of each twinkle of hope
Like a dandelion
Dissolving
The gentle wisps floating away in the wind
Taking with it each wish
That never blossoms
Into fruition

Voiceless and invisible
He speaks in colors
Like distorted rainbows
Across a midnight sky
Messages that speak to the emptiness in me
Filling it with hints of hope in the shape of stars
like paint splashing the canvas of my mind
Each swift brush of his hand
across sterile white
Small specks of gold
Glittering in all the dark

And as each color in his mind implodes
Like erupting volcanoes in his soul
He is kicked back into the darkness
Of the depths & valleys of his
Torn up mind
Like an endless abyss
Chromatic but full of colorless voids
That swallow the untouched parts of him
They could never love

His cries go unheard
His pleas falling on deaf ears
But still he loves
With wild abandon
With every color he can muster
All the passion in his eyes

The night wraps around him
Like a cloak of black velvet
its silence heavy
Weighing on a fragile life
That cannot bear the storms
His brush dances
A lonely pirouette across the canvas
Colors bleeding like unsaid sorrows
And unsung songs

A masterpiece.

Yellow bursts like distant laughter
That was once near
Now just a memory
Tinted in grey
Orange flames of sunsets he never saw
Blue whispers of cold nights
enveloping him in
Snowy fields of
Glistening white
Wistful violet sighs of nostalgic joy
Remnants now scattered about
In the echoes of forlorn nights
Red for every moment his heart loved

Each stroke, a confession
each hue, a tear spilling into the craters
The voids no one else could feel
Splashing onto the world
In silent drops

He paints the cosmos
The vein of each galaxy
Every pulse that dances
Upon his wrists
Like an almost inaudible whisper
Taunting him
With empty promises
Of a world of endless color
Bursting open
All over the grey & black of his reality

He questions the beauty
of night dappled in stars
That shine in some other world
That can never be his

He slouches
As he walks
crushed
beneath the heaviness
Of their accusations

Scattered green leaves beneath his feet
the summer breeze carries the scent of loneliness
The solemn embrace of solitude
while crickets strum their evening lullabies
and the night holds its breath
As if to brace itself for what’s to come
watching this fragile soul
Too weak to go on
pain and passion
gifted, yet cursed
beneath a soft symphony of stars & moonlight

A solitary figure
A shadow in the night
lost in the vastness of existence
he finds comfort in chaos
in the explosion of colors
that speak
what words cannot
That step up
When his voice fails
a man, a night
Darkness with light
a uni-verse held
in the heart of a painter
A tormented soul

Tragic tales coming to life
with every stroke of the brush
every drop of paint, a story of its own
bursting with all the glory and despair a heart can hold

Each brushstroke
A testament to the madness
the unadulterated beauty
That lies within
Untamed passion
Like a tiger in the night
Seeking unexpecting prey
To satiate the hunger
That arises in the deepest depths
Of his gut
And never seems quite abated

His heart, a kaleidoscopic collage
His canvas, a mirror reflecting
His fractured spirit
His splintered mind
That cuts into his flesh
The inky sky in all its depth & expanse, his only companion
a canvas waiting for release

And when all hope was lost
On that starry, starry night
Vincent lay broken
Under the twinkling stars
A loud bang ringing in the night
Ripping through the sky
A riot of colors spilling out
Under the black of night
His heart gushing every color
There ever was and every painting that never came to be
His paintbrush falling to the ground
Dripping red

Clutching his chest
Until all the colors turned black as the midnight sky
The life pouring out of him
Beneath the dying stars
Withering away

Eyes closed now
As he drifts off
Where all the colors
Permanently sleep
And his canvas remains untouched
White like the ghosts that haunted his mind

He lays shrouded in eternal slumber
Escaping a world that was never meant
For the immaculate beauty
Of a tender soul
Too fragile, too soft
To face the ruins
Of a tormented mind

And I hear him now
In the whispers of the wind
Singing in colors
That soothe my darkness
Sweet melodies, muting the pain
That creeps in through the cracks
Of a broken mind and a ragged life
The hues linger
Like a fragrant mist
Upon supple skin
I carry them with me
Embedded deep in my heart
Flowing out with each beat
Onto everything I touch

A splash of color
Immortal
Against the black and grey
Forever haunting
A place in the night
Where an artist once stood
Under the stars
Confessing his pain
His dreams
His deepest loves & longings
In a disarray of color
To a color blind world

Vincent – The Romancers (My favorite version of the song)

And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life
As lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you 🖤

Xoxo Kim ❤️