Hey there. Short poem I wrote, entitled...

Violaceous Eyes

He wore:

A black top hat,

A dark red jacket, and

Purple gloves.

He had:

Short brown hair,

Snow white skin, and

A brilliant glowing smile.

But oh, those violaceous eyes.

They say that one's eyes are a window to their soul.

If one were to stare deeply into his eyes,

What would they see?

Something that's not on the outside:

Past the odd exterior and questionable attire,

Past all the labels:

An eccentric; an oddball

Crazy; a loon

Off his rocker; a weirdo.

Why, they would see:

A brilliant mind,

A vast imagination: wildly creating and inventing;

Always thinking; pondering.

A passion,

A love for what he does: to make others happy with his candy coated creations,

An extreme desire to do so.

A talent,

An ability to create things beyond belief: to turn the ordinary

Into the extraordinary,

And to turn fantasy into reality.

A deep soul,

Filled with memories of a dark, unfortunate past,

And an inability to forget.

A longing,

A yearning to be loved-

To be held in someone's arms

As he never was before.

A wanting,

An extreme desire to walk amongst everyone else-

To be just like everyone else,

But then realizing that they would never and could never accept

Him or his ways.

Estranged from the outside world-

Not able to trust others easily

For fear of being hurt.

Knowing only what he has and was taught-

Holding his creations dear to him,

And only trusting himself,

For he is the only person he can rely on.

People look and see

An eccentric; an oddball.

They call him

Crazy; a loon

Off his rocker; a weirdo.

But what if they were to look-

Look deep

Into his

Violaceous eyes.