I wish to fly in the spirit of my childish naivety.
To sing-jump-dance in the joyful silence I feel as
I sway to the rhythmic flow of my favorite sunbeam.
But I have already spent my summer days under the sun,
I have soaked up all its warmth
until it could not bear the burden of nourishing me.
winter has come.
And though I deny it, the child within shivers.
His rattling teeth begging me to take him home.
To rest awhile. To wait the return of that glorious spring.
I am left alone in that empty void he has left.
all color and mirth gone with his smile.
I look around, not knowing where to go... all is gray.
I know not how to grow.
like a rose in the snow, I will not grow.
I give you saltwater
Even though it stings
It heals and forgives
Each drop will cleanse a broken heart
Don’t open your eyes
It will sting and make you cry
Stay blind when falling in love
And you will be safe
It may look harmless
But as in love
Saltwater has a pungent secret
I give you saltwater so you know all of mine
When you take it, you receive
Not a pure White Rose or a bottle of wine
I give you saltwater
Its taste is bitter and briny
Don’t drink it
Let it last and you will not dry up
Like our love, be slow
Take this gift
It will keep you afloat
Lay on your back
Let it purify your soul
Close your eyes
Let our love fill the ocean
Beethoven was in my mind
As I scrubbed some lipstick off my mirror
From a heart I drew a few years back.
The coldness of the polished tiles under my feet
For an 80 degree January
And I'm not quite sure what the symphony was
Or that it was even a symphony
Or Beethoven, for that matter.
All the same, I continued to work at the heart;
Rather, I rubbed the pigments all over my mirror,
And found myself within a room of misty pink.
All arranged in rose on my mirror.
a mockery of my heart.
And my head now a fog,
from the rose colored glasses
that you placed on my face
glued to my sight
I know no truth
and I beg,
beg to know why.
Why did you even bother
my foolish misguided heart.
You're better than that.
A soulmate is rare
you are blind
to red devilish pain
that will engulf your heart.
You are now
one whom I couldn't wish I never met.
For you destroyed me
with your apathy,
lack of thought.
I cry I hurt,
I scream your name.
nothing but a silent ear;
You're better than that.
When you are broken
and on the ground,
screaming for the truth;
I will meet you there.
She was named "Camelia"
when she was born
but we called her "Rose"
because of her thorns
not on her skin
but those within
And still we cherished
her petals even
as they fell
deep soft velvet
in our arms
Her look is holding
Her dreary and depressed eyes digging into me, perplexing
The scarlet red rose petals that ring around her pupils entrance me
She stands tall, strong and contained
Strong like the world trade before it was struck down against it's will
She's only awaiting her time
She puts on a good act
Nobody can tell that
Behind her strength and pseudo-bliss hides a lifetime of sadness and self-hatred
The perpetual clock dictating her existence ticks endlessly until she too falls to the ground
Masks her bottomless pool of insecurities with a smile
Compensating for them with a false ego the size of the sun
Acts like she is better than everyone
But she knows that she's not
Her mind set on keeping all the feelings hidden
She rejects help
Neglects the ones who care
Thinks she can do it all by herself
But we know that she can't
Her wrists full of scars and regret
Her eyes like an endlessly flowing water fountain
Caught in a recurring state of despair
Despite all the people who love and who care
"Everyday is a battle", I tell her, hoping that she will open to me
"And it's mine to fight", she replies aggresively
I try to share with her my days
I subtlely urge her to do the same
I want to help her heart to mend
So all her hate and pain can end.
Satin petals encased
her heart's desolated pieces
from love unlaced
a fragrance of forlorn releases
Her tears trickle down
caress unconsolable hands
red eyes begin to drown
as her head lands
Onto a bed draped
with thorns of the foregone
though she escaped
her heart has yet to press on
Until she has healed
her heart breaks through
she remains concealed
a rose so blue.
Blackened petals, softly fall
within the crystal glass case
that forms my chest wall
deathly petals rest, at its base
The wilted rose of my soul
passionless, dark as night
droops, into my empty hole
a beauty forever lost from sight
Lifeless petals, slowly enclose
this symbol of love held inside
my lonely weeping rose
tied within my soul, has died
Until a true love is felt
silken petals, are unable to spread
the fragrance of beauty never smelt
my black rose never to bloom, a vivid red.
Suddenly, without expectation.
There he was.
Friendly, jolly little fella that many called Santa.
Standing within the room with various presents.
Next to him was two little elves.
Two little people barely shorter than him.
One a female.
One a male.
Helping out the jolly little fella.
They didn't see me pretending to sleep.
Seeing the sight of Santa has always been a dream of a child.
Just to imagine him took over my imagination.
All the stories told to different in opinions.
But many was exactly like I remember.
Except, one of the person looked like Mom or Dad.
I never heard of them in any Santa stories
So, I dose off to sleep after my dream came true.
I have seen Santa like I never knew.
He was joyful.
He was kind.
And magical too.
Cause I imagine in my sleep that he rose through the Chimney unto the roof.
So when people question, if he's real?
I'm living proof.
That all kids parents, are Santa too.
Some just refuses to tell you.
I have the world's sweetest friend
Because when he sees a girl in pain
He does all he can
To distract her
My good friend
Made my close friend
Who is going into surgery tomorrow
And is really scared
A purple duct tape rose
It's one of the prettiest things I've ever seen
And knowing he made it
To make her feel better
Is so cute
He says it's nothing much
He's made roses like this before
But I find it adorable
Cause if I had just gotten back
From major surgery
I think the only thing I would get
But he made her this rose
To remind her he cares
Not in a romantic way
But in a way
Only close friends understand
I made her cookies
And will write her a little poem
To remind her
How much she has changed my life
And how much I care for her
So even when the world is spinning
She'll recognize me
She has no idea we're visiting
But that's what makes it fun
She might not remember
Who we are
But she'll remember
Why we are
The best of friends.