Who would've known
That the most enchanting
Of flowers would be black?
Those two flowers that shined,
Like black pearls, lined,
By dark thick threads of silk,
Would, I knew, forever make me blink.
For its light did take
all the darkness away,
And made me afloat ,
A bird of the skies.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Weak thin hands,
they trembled
Those twig like fingers fumbled
Cold cruel wind, it slashed
Unseeing bruises on that hungry face
The lion rumbled inside
the acidic belly,
But was soon put to silence
by a cold wet rag.
Hopeless & tired,
pair of white& black
Appeared and disappeared ,
As if in rhythm,
A rhythm that matched a zombie's troll.
The throbbing went on , from the scars
Caused by the claws of the lion ,
Where it slept now,
Guess even the lion gets tired.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
She asked me.... WHY?
I had no answer!
Closing my eyes,
I racked my brain,
No, none found!
As I stood there clueless and lost
The softest of breezes did caress my face ,
As it slipped through my fingers, reminding me of him.
That's when I opened my eyes
And ,saw them
Sunflowers and bluebirds
Gay and alive,
Under the all-consuming sun.
And,
That's when I opened my eyes
To see them,
Black Ravens upon 'em leaves rotten
Dark and death-like,
Under the all-consuming sun.
I turned around and told her,
'Cause that's when I knew!
Yes, 'Cause that's when I knew,
How he was my sun.
That's how I knew,
How without him, I was blind,
Blind to all that there was,
Blind to all that there could be ,
To all that was bright ,
To all that was dark.
That's when I knew...WHY!
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC