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rose Apr 2017
dried up skulls
with motionless eyes
pulled out of their sockets
lie about on forgotten land
as more are placed in
the jars, already filled with other
dusty, dirt covered eyeballs.
the strangely clean glass containers
in which the eyes are placed
stand on wood shelves,
calling,
              b e g g i n g,
to be set free
from the trap of the elderly,
blind man's clutches.
rose Apr 2017
sugar boy,
your heart is caked like a treat,
soft as a bendy gummy;
but your eyes are what get at me,
for they shine like those
glow-in-the-dark rubber bands
that little kids played with.

sugar boy,
you're as sweet
as those dum-dum
lollipops.
your smile is as gentle
as a little, innocent kid
who is listening for
the ice cream truck.
your tears, however,
look so salty and
burn your face with
blackness.

sugar boy,
i'll wipe away those tears.
i'll make them fade
by a soft kiss on the lips.
i'll caress your ginger colored
cheek with my dry hands,
i'll make us both sweet lovers,
both so imperfect.
rose Apr 2017
touch of soft sand is
heavenly to all mankind --
truly a delight.
happy 10th!
rose Apr 2017
your eyes shimmer in the dark;
i finally see the possibility of love
in our matching hearts.

love glowing like a soft light,
euphoria & delight crossed
in this tale of
                m a g i c .

for i know that now
we will always be together,
whether it be with this
enchantment, or without.
(somehow your smile
leads me back to you)
cliche but true .
rose Apr 2017
i see stars
in her eyes.
no —
not just stars;
solar systems
in which just the two
of us wander through,
individual souls lost
in a pool of darkness.
that darkness devours
every last bit of hope,
and that is why i know
we cannot be together.
official poetry month c:
rose Jan 2017
i'd write more than this
but my body is lazy -
my fingers are, too.
rose Jan 2017
to do today
or leave till tomorrow -
a simple thought
that only requires
my procrastination.

a sigh of tiredness
hoping that it could
only be done
on a day that's
not today.

a wish of regret,
coming on the last minute
of when something
could have been done
before.

a mere idea
to be deepened over time
after quite a while
when i did it
not today.

having so many
questions, questions, and more
that will be
answered
never.

then
i think to myself,
i can do it today
[ but i can also do it
not today. ]
this is what happens when i am exposed to a piece of paper and a pencil and my mind
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