Flower born of human hand
Brings devastation to the land
Far and wide its petals spread
Painting our world the brightest red
As everything it touches
Dies within its clutches
Even mighty beasts are made to cower
When forth blooms man’s red flower

i've wrestled
with this burning
coin for a decade
now;

held over candlelight
by grandmothers and
teenage charlatans alike,
****** into the soft tissue
of my naive mouth.

find someone who adores you,
[OR]
find someone you adore.

such irony and tragedy
in the context of love:
the age old lament of one
without the other.

your logic is that of which
elegies are written from.

i'm spitting it out, but let
the scar tissue remain.

.

Dove into the center of the ripples of my mind
Waded through the waters flowing free
Picking out the phrases that my open eyes now find
Words that I’ve collected patiently

So that I could write them on the pages of your heart
In hopes when you’re alone that you will read
Filled with my affection in these moments we’re apart
Proof that you are all I’ll ever need

Nothing oh so fancy like a blushing sunset scene
Tinting fluffy clouds an orange hue
Just some words I’ve stored away to say just what I mean
Like these three now written, “I love you”

Left, Right,
Up, Down,
Backwards, Frontwards,
Everything is scrambled.

Like a labyrinth,
My mind is scattered,
I'm lost and confused,
I can't understand.

As I wonder,
My sanity is slowly going,
I'm saying things that people don't comprehend,
What has become of me?

I'm wondering thorough this labyrinth,
Not knowing the exit,
Praying for an escape,
Forever stuck in my own scrambled mind.