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Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
A child strutted down a gray gravel lane
That laid between a rose garden fenced frame
The young boy ran his fingers thru the brush
Filling the air with a strong floral musk
When suddenly, he retracted his hand with a wince
When it snagged some thorns on the rose garden fence
He cried aloud as his fingers ran red
The kind of yelp his mother did dread
So she descended from the house which they lived
To find her young son waist-deep in roses
She pucked him from the garden with care
& inquired in the first place, why he was in there
He replied to his mother, he wanted it dead
To **** the rose that had caused him to bled
She cleared her throat, smiled, then said,
“My dearest child, do not be misled. Killing the rose won’t cure your bloodshed.”
This made the boy cry even harder it seemed
He already killed the rose in a vengeful fury
His mother smoothed the tears from his cheeks
Cleared her throat & again began to speak,
“It’s ok to feel bad. It’s all apart of life. After all, what is happiness if not in contrast to strife?”
Written circa November 24, 2011 **Dedicated to Knox James Alexander
Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
I looked into the eye of the crow
& all I saw was-black
I knew the beast had consciousness
Only reality he lacked...

He had a sort of pompousness
Which I think is misunderstood
Because he's filled with emptiness
He must portray that he's good

& yet I find it rather odd
Whenever I do see
A twinkle in the distance
That reminds myself of me

& I guess that's why I stick around
This dark & cold abyss
I hope one day his consciousness
Can help him find his bliss...

But I predict he'll never change
He'll never see what he can be
& just like that all my life
Will be shattered by my dreams...
Written June 19, 2014 circa 2:00pm
Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
He dusted off the old rocking chair
& asked me to have a seat
He'd tell me what he was doing there
If I'd simply take a load off my feet

I found this gesture laughable
I would rather stand!
Then listen to another word
Uttered by this despicable Man!

But His confidence eluded Him
He knew I would protest
& yet I saw Him conceal a grin
At the denial of His request!

At this point, I couldn't even move
I could barely breathe
He acknowledged my discomfort, said,
"Very well" & took the seat!

As He sat there callously,
Scoping out the room
He said He just could not believe
The daffodils won't bloom!

This absurdity helped catch my breath
I quickly snapped to interject,
"**** the flowers! **** this place!"
& turned to flee with great hast!

This made Him chortle with much glee
He barked, "Silly, girl, you cannot leave! I know you've known this all along, The Cottage is where your Soul belongs!"

I felt so angry I could cry
I hit my knees & pleaded: "WHY?!
I kicked You out so long ago! Don't speak to me as if You know!"

& this is where the story twists:
He dropped His grin & stood up quick
Now, controlled by His brown eyes
Forced to hear His every lie:

"I know that we have been apart, But that's no excuse to neglect your heart, & that is why I'm here again, to protect you from yourself, My friend..."

& that's the moment I lost my mind
To hear Him call me "friend"
As if His love, I could deny!
(So, instead, I was forced to pretend)

But He already knew my tricks
We played this game before
All this time Our stubbornness
Is the very quality We adored!

So, while He tried to lecture me
I quickly stoked a match
I had laced The Cottage previously
& dropped it on a kerosine-soaked mat!

& as I laughed maniacally
at the seconds we had left
To my surprise He grinned idly
As We slowly burned to death...
Written August 2012
Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
It was definitely winter time as I trotted thru a foot of snow
My eyes were locked onto the sky;
my self-esteem was low
& yet I made it thru the field where daffodils once swayed
The Cottage laid 100 yards before me in mid-day
It's shutters had all fallen off, & only one remained
It's door was busted, rusted--all swallowed in decay
& yet I forced my entrance & stood  in the disarray  
(The fact of the matter is, I liked it better this way...)
The arms of the rocking chair were worn down to the bone
As pots & pans & tupperware were splashed around the home
At least a home it used to be but that was long ago....  
It seems it's one-time owner was knocked far from his thrown...
The windows were all busted out by rocks that laid the ground
The frost had overtook the place by more than heaps & bounds
It was obvious there'd been no visitors for more than many years
The less than freezing temperatures had made this crystal clear
& as I stood there shivering, thinking of the day
When this sight that laid before me was filled with sun & play
The Cottage was so perfectly constructed in this way
Children had once filled the field where daffodils once swayed
& now I had returned to complete my mission from the start
The plan, unfolding perfectly--The destruction of my heart.
Written May 23 2012, edited 2014
Autobiographical Poem
Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
I once was a beautiful neutron star
Gleaming so bright, you could see from afar
But then my star collapsed & died
& an astrophysical object derived...
It shredded my light & vacuumed me in
Never to be seen or heard from again
But as my flames began to ensue
I discovered the entities undeniable truth!
It appeared that my light was being reflected from its core
Emitting a feeling I could not ignore
So, I relinquished my fears & spiraled down like a drain
(Realizing that space/time can never be changed)
Pass the first event horizon was the radius of no return
Where time stand still, lessons are sure to be learned
Because once I reached the tempestuous light
It repulsed me back with an inconvieble might!
My World may never be the same again
But the grandeur of our love was worth it in the end
& so it must be:
Angular momentum, nonzero; uncharged
Is by far the greatest result of a dying neutron star
Written Februrary 2011, edited 2014
Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
You talk of loneliness so frequent in your speech,
You talk of loneliness as if it's company, you beseech.
You say you search for light & truth
Integrity--it grounds your roots
You rarely talk but when you do,
It's loneliness that torments you?
It occurs to me that you are blind!
I will not rest until you're mine!

But wait...

Your heart is one I've seen before
So fragile & vacant at its core...
I couldn't live with that bloodshed on my hands
(Yet, that hasn't stopped me with any other man)
But your's is one I will respect
So, from the shadows I will protect!
I'll be your angel in disguise
No one will harm you; They'll be denied!

A saddened day with us apart
Tis better this way--to guard your heart!
You are my God, my Love, One Soul!
Do not fear, my Dear, you're never alone!
Written May 2012
Ms Ann Thrope Jun 2014
I have contemplated long & hard
The many things I shouldn't
Of course, temptations could be barred
In my case, I knew They wouldn't!
For, I have Loved so many things
In a way that few can grasp
I attach myself obsessively
(As indicated in my past!)
& yet I often stumble on
A twisted-fleeting crux
Much like the breaking of a dawn
A grand, yet, abrupt influx
It seems that as the seasons change
They only vary in degree
& Just as quick as winter came
It degrades by intensity!
Therefore, be warned to stay away
If you cannot stand the blight!
You don't get to bask in the light of day
If you can't withstand the night!
August 2012
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