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.