Shay - Hello Poetry

Shay Aug 2019

Her mouth is blossoming a Rose garden.
What a beautiful tasteful treat.
She must be handled with care,
As her words may not always be so sweet.

Bitterness at second nature.
Perhaps it's because she prefers a Peony.
But she grew a Rose garden instead,
With the sharpest thorns growing up her feet.

Shay Aug 2019

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He found peace in me.
But, what am I to say?
I don't know.
No, I just shriveled up to silently shrill.
And to completely be? No.
No time to think that maybe the time we share
Could possibly turn this into something real.

Shay Aug 2019

Rash

With emotions so high, I wonder if I could turn red,
Like blood that blankets my bones.
I was never one to be inspired by the ones
Who decided that anger was truth, alone.

But now, even the sweetest of daisies have gone cold.
And I wonder if I too would turn red,
Like the blood that blankets my bones.

Shay Aug 2019

She Seems So Far Away Now

And admittingly so, she would be shocked at the anger that now bellows deep beneath her skin, embedded into her soul. As she has never been one with fury, but time has passed and she was told to let go.

And the pink peonies have gone, dissipated, into the unknown. And she was left alone with baby blue, that iced over in isolation, where her anger grew.

She seems so far away now.

Shay Aug 2019

Seeing Red

I have not been able to keep a straight thought or idea for so long. I am scared I have moved passed a point of sadness and into total devastation, to the point of numbness.
I find myself careless most days, and in the endless effort to feel something, I have finally found anger.

Anger is new. Anger has been the lonely stranger in my dim sad world. Anger has only found me in specific moments in time.
But not now.
Now, I am patientless, unforgiving, ruthless, and cold.

This version of me scares me.

Shay Aug 2019

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The day is long, repetitive.
And I am drowning, gasping for air.
Will the rough waters ever quit?

Shay Aug 2019

Fresh

He who walks around in the grey concrete,
With a smile that brings out a bit of color.
The one who bares cool mint, a gift,
I wonder why he even bothers?