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Ofelia Rose Jun 2014
everything is so lackluster
empty as the carcass of a crow
the sounds of breaking glass
between these rotting teeth
play the melody of this room
filled with last years stale bread
dry and hard like the boulder in sand
the coffee tastes bitter on my tongue
and this smoke fills my lungs
with the false hope of a future
the rain beats upon the tin roof
and the cries of all the people
are masked like a bride on her day
but the joy does not linger
no smiles warm like summer skies
just dim light from the setting sun
a wishful feeling of more to come
as the night sets in to end the day
we will become the wolves
the sons and daughters of the moon
howling our lamentations
of lost life in the eves of yesterday
we are children of a time that never was
the spirits of this ephemeral space
A place that existed in the hell of death
That never really was attained
so rest your mind upon the grave
we never were and never will be
Ofelia Rose Apr 2014
In a life without meaning
You become the smoke
That dissipates
In the air from the breath
Of which you breathe
Like fire from the dragon
Your mouth speaks heat
Of the burning flame
That your soul won't contain
You know nothing
Of your brother of your sister
But truth within yourself
Releases selfish intentions
I cannot fathom but a word
That connects the colors
Of combustion  in flesh
A False pretense of living
I conclude as I digress
We live a lie of selflessness
We indulge in all the sin
That satisfies our empty hearts
Ofelia Rose Dec 2013
Truth will never remain hidden
Even through all the forbidden
It will pound endlessly within
A caged bird in our sin
Waiting to be set free
By the One who holds the key
Madness will take its reign
Light will dwindle in the pain
But my disconsolate child
All will cease in the wild
Winter will bare you to bone
Beside a vacant throne
That Truth will claim
To cloak you in passion's flame
Igniting your lifeless eyes
Calming your sobbing cries
You'll lay upon His chest
Succumbed by peace and rest
For Truth will never cease
Even in a swarm of bees
Ofelia Rose Nov 2013
Everything that was wanted
Slowly dressed itself black
Hiding in the nightfall
Becoming a phantom
A whisper that's almost silent
Where have all these dreams gone?
And where did these eyes go?
All things have dwindled to nothing
Desires are just coals
Burnt out in the fires
That lit up the summer nights
Now the cold set in
Frozen in the hell of confusion
Sight of the world
Health of the mind
All are ash in the frigid air
Fogged up thoughts
Blurred vision of death
Sinking into what was lost
That day when life stood still
And the veils of time
Plagued the world with blindness
Ofelia Rose Oct 2013
To be invisible. Unseen. Please I plead. Don't perceive me. Not even the sea. Wash me away. Let the vines of the ocean grasp my naked legs. Have the fish caress the nape of my neck and rip my spine from my flesh. Let the blind be blind. Let me lose these eyes of mine. Can I just lay beside the darkness on the sand with nothing within this human vessel. Just a carcass. An empty shell as the eaten oyster. Feed upon the rotted skin and rancid organs. The heart. Feast on it first. I plead, let me be invisible.
Ofelia Rose Oct 2013
I hear words, but they're silent
Like the dead of the night
Do I make a noise?
As a falling tree
That no one can see?
I have no eyes to perceive
So I'm blind with no dog
But I am a dog
That goes back to his *****
I am the acid of a stomach
The putrid ferment
Of rotted nutrients
I'm the belly of the dead
A corpse is my being
So I am the one in a casket
Death is where I stand
Here I am Hear me now
Or don't, I don't.
Like a deaf bird with no ears
I fly without guidance
I'm hunted by the beast
Bang. Bang.
I was shot. I'm dropping
I hit the ground
Eaten.
By the savage devil
Satan is my name
I am the hell you see
Or possibly the heaven
I've fed your empty self
I'm vacuous though
Your filled with air now
But I won't have you breathe
Because your deceased now
Just like me
We're friends now right?
Ashes of the flaming leaves
We reek of decayed winter
There is no spring
So rest away my darling
Love is not here
We are not alive
Not real.
The end.
Ofelia Rose Jul 2013
Promises I cannot keep
Seem to be my fatal flaw
I told myself I will not feel
And here you are within me
Like a painting in its start
You add the layers to what I lost
I'm the canvas to your hands
Being made into a masterpiece
A smile of infinite immortality
Gleaming in the summer night
Like a full moon in the sky
I'm pulling you closer
As you hold me by a string
The fishing line of friendship
And nothing more
Soon I'll be thrown back
To the waters that I know
Where I'll sink to the bottom
And graze on the rocks
Without you
Without life
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