He doesn’t look dangerous
He has soft skin
And baby cheeks
And playfully wavy auburn hair
And his saturated turquoise eyes
Look so honest
And his hugs are like marshmallows
And his hands are so warm
And his smile is like sunlight

Sure, he doesn’t look dangerous
But his eyes lie
And his hands are warm from
Holding so many other hands
And he has a sharp brain
And he isn’t afraid to use it
And he has a distant heart
And a mouth of manipulation
And hungry teeth
And a poisonous bite

He doesn’t look dangerous
And he knows that
But he is dangerous
You just don’t know it yet
-a.h.

I remember, when I was a young child
I remember, when I was so wild
I remember pulling out the 8-track’s tape
I remember using it to make a shape
I remember looking up at my dad
I remember him being so mad
I remember what I had to do
I remember wishing I was old enough to sue
I remember the punch in the face
I remember screaming all over the place
I remember- no wait, that wasn’t me

They say there's plenty other flower
But you're the one that matter
Should i want another?
This flower meant more than a lover

The last few petals are still there
Making it hard for me to stare
Inevitable, i still care
But who's to say all is fair

You fought well hard & true
I guess i did so, too
I'm trying to save you, really i do
Tulips are weak, like us two.


**Svelte Rogue, ACS

a lone picture frame
silhouetted in the dark
gazing eyes behind the glass
washed away from the glare
of moonlit snare,

a story hidden
a memory buried
but save for this glare
of such lucid aghast
in the beauty of itself
in the moment where
light touches the glass

and another world unfolds