Rose Petal Sanity
a rose petal on the ground
her heart lay broken
weeping without a sound
lunacy was just a step away
calling her to it's home
in a world of many souls
she was all alone
her mind was diffrent
from all of the rest
her mind was on the line
she was just a pest
her family abandoned,
she lay in her bed
comtemplating life
and all of its dread
her heart left to rot,
she she touched the gentle rose,
wrapped her fingers around it,
and kept the thing enclosed
her mind taking one last look
to the sane out of sureal
she took that small jump;
the pain she could not feel
she squeezed her hand
tight around the rose
she decided that if
of him she could not dispose
then her mind should be lost
to a diffrent world
with this last thought,
her fingers slowly uncurled
the dying flower dropped
its petals lay on the ground
her heart stopped weeping,
weeping without a sound.
you'll have to excuse my dark side
it pops out every now and then.
It just shows itself:
blood dripping from inside.
It's nothing scary
in fact it may be healthy.
dont worry about me
i promise soon it will end
suicide poems dont mean
im going to slice my wrists
and bloody pictures dont mean
im going to chop off your head
the dark side has its elegance
a somewhat forbidden allure
a sexiness presented
by simply being taboo
the sin of love
is not truly a sin
so symbols for both, together
is rather paridoxical.
a beautiful paridox
a theme explored
within all great art
not a threat from the devil himself
so think of it as the artist
exploring a medium
self expression, and universal themes
as jane eyre, and ethan frome.
beauty discovered
through disfigurement
attraction found
through opposite poles
a way of releasing
everything sad
yet keeping it beautiful
as it should be
spilling thoughts
Save me from this fantasy
Put the pieces back together
Make them fit; birds of a feather
You and i: lost forever
On a train; headed down
To who-knows-where-town
Words are shaky
But so are the tracks
Lookin’ swanky
Ain’t no turning back
Riddin’ along
Singin’ our songs
Drinkin’ the vodka
On down, ah, danke-
schön, that’s what they say
When its cold head into church
Bow your head down to pray
Life’s an endless search
Love, lost, and love again
Left livin in sin
Preacher hopes our souls
Aint left to rot
Aint got no goals
Left, pray we aint shot.
Two lovers for each other
Not thinking bout other’s cares
Not carein’ what others think
Dont put on any airs
Just lead ‘em to the drink
Might as well everything’s lost
At a painful cost
No talk just action
The only attraction
Is pleasure baby
And its company
No more maybe
Just a litany
Of sure why not
Right here, in this spot
Might as well
What the hell
Aint got nothing
left to lose
the glue is wearin thin
they get a little bruised
keep on goin
cant show ‘em
how its rolling
swig it down
take it in
like you live, pound
fast and hard
love’s always been charred
soon it brakes
even sin is lost again
pretty high stakes
take another ten
leave each other
find another
live alone
aint got no bone
about it doll
there’s an end
to it all
every time
such a crime.
Ant
Contemplate your existence.
I, invading, on your soil
Think aloud “is your death a sin?”
You fearlessly climb the mountain
Of my binder, to find a field of white
You, so brave, so adventurous
Could be a disgusting smear on my paper.
One of God’s tiny creatures,
Carrying more than its body weight,
Building elaborate tunnels,
Biting any threat; all for your queen.
You could be gone, on my whim.
Willow Tree
I see tears of Ashen-green
It tastes like sweet melancholy
It smells like cherries and almonds
It sounds like rushing whispers of sorrow
It feels like a sad memory
Weeping Willow
Wasted Words
Through daily lives
Like letters on a T.V. screen.
Scrambled up in thoughtless minds
No room, no reason
To rearrange.
Carrying mixed messages
To impressionable souls.
Words flying in like kites,
Playing on thoughts and dreams.
Not a single word saved,
Tossed away like a copper coin.
Words left to become dull,
No color, no shine,
Never contemplated.
Never as precious
As Grandmother’s last breath.
Lonely Flower
A flower lives alone.
A flower dies alone.
A lonely lonely world,
For a flower of extraordinary beauty.
Not like all the rest,
Not a field of poppies.
Not protected like the rest,
Not a bush of thorny roses
A lonely lonely flower,
Only a bee to steal its pollen,
A butterfly, its nectar,
Gravity, its water.
A flower lives alone
A flower dies alone
A lonely lonely world
For a flower of extraordinary beauty
Maybe a child will pick it
To give to their mother
Or pull out all the petals
And say what an ugly thing
Not a prize winning garden
Adored by all
Not a symbol of anything
Of life, of love, of hope.
A lonely lonely flower
Wilting on the side of a cliff
A blade or two of grass
But they keep no company
A bird soars on the wind
But doesn’t stop to sing.
A spider crawls by
only a cold shoulder to give.
A flower lives alone
A flower dies alone
A lonely lonely world
For a flower of extraordinary beauty
A fog will settle in
But leave without a word
A cloud will float above
But never bow his head.
A gnat flying by
Smells its sweet scent
But flies on by
Without a backward glance.
Not a Hawaiian lei
To say Aloha
To colorful tourists
Who come to visit.
A flower lives alone
A flower dies alone
A lonely lonely world
For a flower of extraordinary beauty.