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As a tree has ripened  inside me
Twigs of fatigue
That are soulless
Raw and released
My hands are oppressed
My reasoning is heavy
I'm aware that I'm,  ready to succumb
You were a secret failure
Drugs and needles
You ******* betrayed
Veins that swallowed who you were
I was to drunk to help
Feeling shamed
Secluded in this gigantic earth
With not a single soul
Ghostly whispers start to speak
Dreams drifting in and out
Flaming dust in my ears
Getting blitzed for fun,  doing candy flips
Flowers in my hair
Covering my eyes with feathers
I can't see
The death should of been me
Welcome into this kindling worship
Where the sensualism is regained
The atomsphere penetrates the frailty
Spiraling and enwrapping into vulnerability
Giving me words of ease
With fairytales of ecstacy
My vanilla tunnels belongs to you
Eyelashes heavy from your tears
I have found, and fallen from the heavens
Dancing freely, in melting candles not afraid to burn
I construct you with my hands

Yet you bury, and cast me far from hours in the distance
Unrooting my voice in the wind
Stretching scars, recasting fury
The city lights cried
The bridges were beaten and bare
Rocks cast adrift
Fragments inside the concrete forced me to breathe
I frequently disdained the soul of my death
The lips of ink scraping my day

As the contour of the sun reflects from the windowpane
The layers  of the sea burned
Death in a jar
Distracted and bruised
As the whiskey smoke invades my space
Hands trembling on the glass
This dull fabric of my soul is smudged
With lacerations of my past
Angels wandering alone
Confined to the depths of the earth
Suffering in silence
As the kingdom begins to roar
Believing in goodness even when the waves loss control
Eternally he is our gift
Sometimes I think that the end is here that I have no reason to exist. But I close my eyes and know that I'm surrounded  by a higher power that is protecting me.
Bare butterflies falling
The sweetness  of the swirled graffiti
Magnolias upon  my cheek
A calm nest  painted with a kiss
Peace believed in the seeds
Keeping me safe
A gentle song sleeps in the air
This mind of sorrow depletes me here
Hundreds of kisses with misty eyes
Footsteps into the holy grounds
On the wings of mothers and daughters
I want to swoop down and free you
Filling my lungs with air for you to breathe
RIP Betty Hosang
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