A rose without thorns.
A rose so beautiful as yourself. Who dares to clip your thorns? Those you use to protect yourself. Or did you just let them fall off in that lonely dark shelf.
What kind of rose are you?
Where are your sharp pointy thorns?! You were a devil back then, with those long and black horns. They protruded to my core, you stabbed me with a double edge sword that ran through my heart, leaving bittersweet memories and myself wanting for more.
So, let me ask you again
What kind of rose are you?
I see you have bloomed so well but no more thorns to impale. now I’m sitting next to you listening to your tales. I’m sorry to state but I must say farewell. 'What a fine gentleman you have found as your mate
What kind of rose are you now?
I guess you did let go of your thorns. You made me bleed and drop to my knees back then When I tried to carefully carry you, earth and root right off the ground
to make a home for you where you will be safe and sound.
Mother nature gave you that wonderful protection
which is my motivation
to keep going after you, because I know you’re not going to be easily handpicked by anyone.
Hm what a fine gardener he was,
now you’re in vase.
A rose without thorns
Withering without a base
Sooner or later he will think your just a piece of waste.
"Thank you for the view what a wonderful taste"
He would say.
Not I
I would fix your heart and never let it come apart.
So what kind of rose are you?
Are you the kind that has been grown by light
the one that has so much pride but doesn’t fight back?
Or are you the one raised below the shadow struggling your way out of a thin crack.
What kind of rose are you?
Whether you’re a rose whose thorns were clipped or a dead rose drowning in grief there always will be the right person who will protect you
and help you in your needs.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Hands of string
When I was born into this world,
I was different from the rest
Born with weak hands
Born with broken wings
I’m afraid of becoming my worst nightmare
I develop and feel the adrenaline
The toxic smells in the air
Made me keen of my true nature
A monster grins inside me
I love the way it smiles
I love the way it looks at the world
A mad sensation of mundane desires.
I love the feeling of it
When it scratches away at the shell of me
It begs for freedom when I battle against it
But why? Where is the obligation?
Perhaps I am a *********
And I want to keep all the pain to myself
I love that feeling, but I also love her
And if I can’t handle it
I’ll have no choice to but
Use my strong hands,
My majestic wings
And my new set of strings to envelope this feeling,
and never let it free.
It keeps scratching away
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
When I last saw you,
I thought it would be the last time
That our eyes would meet.
We waved our goodbyes
We hugged the loneliests of nights.
Kissed the moon to sleep
Closing our eyes on the last ray of light.
When I woke up
it was the last thing I could remember
The feeling of you being next to me.
I felt the warmth of your body
Only to realize it was the sun
Heating up the other half of my bed
I made breakfast for two
Only to realize that I eat that much.
I waited 15 minutes to drive you to work
Only to realize I was only warming the car.
I smiled to my hearts content because I saw you from the side of my eye
Only to realize it was a street sign every time I stopped.
I walked to the other side of the car
To open the door!! For you!!!
Only to realize that I was only getting my bag.
So I slapped my self in the face!!
And I woke up with you by my side...
You were pinching my cheeks good night.
Letting my tears touch the smile that you made.
Because I love when your next to me.
And every time that you are ...
You fade,
from the eyes in the back of my head.
The problem is
you were never there
in the first place.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
The day I fall.
papa said I could be anything,
I'll be big and strong.
I'll be able to provide everything.
Today is the day I fall.
I became food to some.
To many, a home.
To some a view.
To you inspiration anew.
Today papa fell too.
Like a thunderous clap,
While I danced in the wind.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
The girl who's stronger than me
Retained a wonderful composure before temptation.
As she watched the skull on my wrist,
Count time.
and in my mind,
I heard a soothing sound.
The notion of her crime
The grasping vibrations of my fingers running through the creation of her beautiful nature
that which empowers my imagination:
The awakening pitch of click clack.
She striked the cage that held my heart
Yet she never turned back.
Something new grew in the chambers
That which holds my new commander
Leading the beat of my heart.
The woman who showed me love
Left a trace of dying amber.
Her memories burn
leaving the after image,
of our consecrated union.
She's the archangel that watches over me.
And me the archangel not wanting to return to heaven.
Life after death as she called it.
A beautiful Lie after a sad truth
I shouldn't love you she said.
Making the final decision of our beautiful youth.
The lady who enjoys the virtue of my soul
Excavating the depths of my interests.
Found such a romantic soul, whom
Cried out of the joy that she brought,
Bringing new faith to my epileptic heart.
But she too was an episode.
A recurring dream of my world.
The repeating cries of my soul
The dictators of my heart
Who left in my chambers
Their beautiful art.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
I saw in you.
what I see in her.
The color of hope.
He finds himself hanging again,
By a spider’s thread
manipulated by a master,
A master puppeteer
She caught me, bit me
time and time again, and again until
She left an intoxicating feeling.
As he looked up, he could only marvel,
at the lustrous thread,
an assortment that ran through him.
He didn't care about pain.
He didn't care how he was used.
Huh. It was all narcotics to him.
As he looked up, he saw her daggers.
they were dripping with ecstasy,
as she bit into her lower lip
He just couldn't get enough.
Their soul’s resonance kept the thread strong,
through it, she could feel him.
and he could feel her; Everything.
I knew what she was after
he didn't mind. He has what he wants.
She filled her hourglass with,
the red pigmentation of my blood.
After a long sleep
he saw morning dew on the thread
and the line snapped.
an almost empty shell remained
He landed on the next spiders thread
She was happy
and so was he,
virtuoso at all times.
As they both shared the nectar of life.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
The poor greedy thing.
It's mouth full yet it wanted more.
What a capricious little thing.
Always had a narcissistic look to it.
A roof over its head.
Food on its plate.
Affectionate for love
but it had it all.
looked up, admired infinite creatures of the sky.
It always felt empty inside
But it had it all.
Poor thing walked around mindlessly so.
It understood most of the concepts of life
Yet it was empty inside.
Until it fell in love
with an asymmetrical creature.
Created by his lustering existence.
It would never have found it,
as it always looked up.
However this time around it looked down.
There it saw
that everything it wanted
was in that creature's mouth.
Soon after, it opened its clasping jaws,
To get what was in that creatures mouth.
And all it ever had, disappeared.
Like the ripples of time in space.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
Dark brown, blue, light blue
light brown,hazel, green
Out of all the other colors,
you have the one that i like.
once these set of eyes of mine settled on yours,
I saw the whole color spectrum, A rainbow of divine detail,
of which my heart only seeks for.
What's in there? I ask
I know nothing, Yet when i look inside your eyes, every dark, and light color
illuminates me with hope, of which hope only dies for.
that is the color of hope
as long the light of your eyes are there,
ill seek and reach you for the skies
because your beauty and divinity only comes from heaven.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
There goes that wishful swinging
The one so called, a dogs craving.
Her eyes are more than just a look
It tells a story of everything that she took.
The tables squeak their feet
As I wait in the pit
Admiring her hall of fame.
cadavers of lions, that she tamed.
The whip goes back and forth
And the wishful swinging finally subsides
Grinding my teeth with full on remorse
Because it's the rat that hangs by her side.
That awful creature burning her ears
Making stories out of fear
Down her eyes roll the tears
Of the memories in a smear
Careful words placed in her mouth
By the rat's name to his house
With a grain of pleasure he tried to escape
But she was too fast, and she ate
She is the alpha female afterall
Coming in with her legs wide open
Mentioning the lion on call
enjoying life for a moment
She's got the hourglass.
This much is true.
And for a grain of sand
Many lions came through
She's got the hourglass,
but, Money can't buy her time.
It's the pleasure of her class
That became a punishable crime.
To trade in a grain of pleasure
For the wishful swinging's leisure.
......A grain of sand for a bite off my hand.
Not worth it.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
Black widow, have mercy on me.
Is it that time again?
I feel safe in the great oak tree.
Trying to restore your fame?
Maybe you want to feel free
Is it me who you want to tame?
Black widow, play with your prey
Is the hour glass part of the game?
I'm a mantis, and you made me pray.
Black widow swing from side to side.
The mantis, your admirer, who is hypnotized.
You prey, and I pray for my pride.
Across the sea until turned tides.
Omnipotent and divine, for once I prey
And you pray on the Sands of time.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC