truly? truly,
you know not this weight,
this affliction cast upon my weary heart.
and, truly,
if it were a fate
by my own choosing,
your cedar eyes
would be near mine
and not at the demise
of parting;
and the wistfulness of
your kiss,
the bliss that you bestow,
would not be
far away.
truly,
I have found peace
in my despondency.
for these sullen skies
hold feeble cries
but they do not
tell not our fate;
so onward we press,
while you bid farewell
and I give my heavy heart
to no one.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
darling,
do not not know
this weight you cast
upon my weary heart?
are you a stranger
to the ache
of a somber mind,
or a soul that
withstands defeat?
truly, darling,
you are foreign
to this animosity.
for no other person
no other soul
would cast a stone
unto the heart of
a lover the way
you have.
darling,
your ignorance
betrays you.
your innocence
is the enemy
to you and i alike;
for,
how could i
love you
any longer
when my longing
is severed
by the bitter hand
of poor fortune?
and how could i
look into your cedar eyes
and say,
"darling, not anymore"
or,
"i cannot feel your
breath any longer"
or,
"leave me in my
despondency";
and how could i
touch your fair skin
and trace my fingers
over your lashes
your lips
your skin
and decide
that it is no longer.
darling,
give me your breath
just one last time.
give me your weight,
your undamaged kiss
and depart without a word.
for these lavender skies
tell not our fate;
so onward we press
and give our weighted hearts
to none.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
truly? truly,
you know not this weight,
this affliction cast upon
my weary soul.
and, truly,
these fading skies
hold a feeble cry
that i
know all too well;
but you
are a strange one
to this serenade
that beats upon
these somber souls
and sullen skies
alike.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
your sadness is showing,
put it away.
no one wants to see
your depression today.
it's not time for that,
some might say,
its so unbecoming
to act that way.
your anxiety is showing,
tuck it in.
the world shows no interest
in what's under your skin.
take a deep breath,
that's where you begin,
or, that's what they say
with a pat and a grin.
your illness is showing,
keep it away.
no one is interested
in that anyway.
but by letting it fester,
and by letting it stay,
it might make me
disappear some day.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
**** you, Dandelion.
You are a bitter plague.
Your putrid reputation
sows a discording stay.
Your spread your potent seed,
a curse among the others;
how will thy beauty flourish
when murdered is thy mother?
Rose has her vanity,
Daisy has her life;
but you hold a talent
for fertilizing strife.
**** you, Dandelion.
What a pity to be you.
Thy beauty holds no power,
thy talent ruins you.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Daisy, Daisy, how lovely
to be a banal child.
Safe from harm and hurt and death,
your roots do hold you wild.
Your life doth last some while
as you carry on
nourished by your parent ground;
shan't your woes be gone?
But oh, how lovely it would be
to be the blessed Rose;
what charm, what awe, what livelihood
one of that kind knows.
Daisy, Daisy, how lovely
to live a mundane while.
Your beauty lies in lengthy life,
your commonplace beguiles.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Rose, God bless thee.
How quick you were to go
into a world so bitter
from roots you did not know.
Your beauty hath betrayed thee,
it steals thy youth away;
for now a lonely glass encasement
encases your decay.
If you had been a daisy,
your youth, your life, prolonged,
how lovely it would have been
to feel the earth so long.
Rose, God bless thee.
How putrid life must be
flattering the eyes of those
blind to your despondency.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC