Name: Ruby Meraki Oenomel/ Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Country: Canada
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Title: Sophisticated, Whispers Refine
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In the ballroom of existence, gilded in shadows, chandeliers drip with opulence and grace, the air thrums, sophistication, poetry is my dream,
A delicate dance between pretense and authenticity, silk-clad whispers glide, syllables draped in elegance, lives in words, winds, whispers as tissue, traces, twist hiding depths beneath a polished veneer.
Cigarette smoke curls secret, so my verses want to say alter
Twisting through conversations, my sonnets chant laughter Sparkles of champagne, my similes pole, frozen, a siren’s song masking the tremor of solitude.
Hear, my lines, vessels of untold stories, chiseled by rain, ode to
Refined yet battered, quill hides gems in bushes, beneath facades I pen mirthful screams and salted dreams
Ballads glance, a brushstroke on the canvas of connection, reeds, and ink feathers my poetry of unspoken pleasantries.
Haiku, a lexicon of coded words the nod, my poems charm? Slight an arch of an eyebrow, what is your versed dream?
The art of knowing without knowing at all? My poems unveil beats.
This intricate waltz, armors my verses my dreams since five,
Texts, fragments of vulnerability flicker, what should I pen?
Struggling against the gold night, Oh, to be sophisticated, to navigate, long and short of it.
Yams, rams, clams to balance on the tightrope of grace and grit,
wield wit like a rapier, my pen livres fill
Pendant lines cutting through the artifice of the trivial, engraved, etched, emoting while the burn contradictions? My poetry is your dream?
Pen forging beauty in shadows, eyes closed flutter an army of intellect, and emotion wind, wrap, link.
Look closely, and you’ll see the strains, stains and stins, the woman, a poet cloaked in pearls, a dream to touch.
Words woven to love meter, the man, an artist cloaked in pretense,
questions, fighting the tidal waves of expectation.
Every beat pulses yearning, lines capture anchors for depth, pour beneath the surface, between lines read.
A refuge vulnerability resides, my poetry dreams, it’s solace finds voice in quiet corners.
Butterflies?
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And the caterpillar the crown.
So I sip my cocktail, clinking mirror against glass, poems my, in homage to the peels of am.
Foundation locked, enrolled in the chaos that nests within, dreamers, caged in writes.
Rites, rights, writes, roaming the expanse of elegant masquerades,
puzzles seeking connection, strings craving understanding,
ties, in the dance of sophisticated whispers, ties.
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And?
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Red Eye
Stretch