Ignorance and innocence were introduced with gleeful and gay intentions
Spring sprung with curious conversations
Summer was ever warmer with lovely everlasting memories
In fall they fell for one another
Slept through winter in each other’s arms
However when the red moon-gloomed of change
They parted paths and forgot each other’s names

Flowers Bloom

Petals unfurled,
Amidst the tangled web of deceit,
Truth triumphed,
And in its wake,
Flowers bloomed,
A quiet testament,
To the enduring beauty,
Of honesty's embrace.

Petals Fall with angelic grace

Another Miserable Tormented Soul

Darkness engulfs his mind, disgusts him
Trapped in Satan's domain, twisted thoughts
To suffer for all life, until a miserable death
To suffer for his thoughts and actions, a truly unforgivable mistake

Sincerely~a someone who knows the truth~you waste of space

I treasure  my blossom / like a flower she shall grow and blossom
I cherish her skin /fearing the worst when day it will rotten
I curse the moon / faces he changes some grin some scheme
I hold her face closest  / when she misbehaves , outside in woods , to the window she will scream
I pleasure my blossom / poems she begs for so I will always write more
I answer my blossom / questions of home ? but here she will stay , here where it is warm
I dream of my blossom / her pedals lose color  in colder season
I pollen my blossom / by moon fall we will know if conceived was daughter or son
I bury my blossom / this cabin is silent but loud  like wind
I cry for my blossom / our child starved without a drop of milk
I need a new blossom / a daisy field is over the hill
I find my new blossom / but another gardener is there ; another I shall ****
I walk with my blossom / she holds onto my wrist tight with love
I carry my blossom / through the doorway as newlywed
I fight for my blossom / scoundrels or sheriffs couldn’t fathom our celibate matrimony
I lust for my blossom / how she smells and reminds me of my last family
I yearn for my blossom / she cries with tears - soul curling  callings of pompous proportions

S H E . N E E D S . T O . C A L M . D O W N .

I pet my blossom / hum out what she needs to hear now

“The day we decay in the casket we share ; we will stare so close nose to nose. No need to breath so faint and vigorously into my ear , Im here , my dear , forever through death. Let the worms feed on us both , when our story is told , in books or songs of romance envious audience will dance. Hold onto my flesh if you need some more , in the cupboard I stored , another layer for warmth. You smell of dandelions your hair like straw , I swore I saw your shattered kaleidoscope garnished glare elsewhere before. Your soul is sown onto my own how humbled I am to have you back home. Sleep now. H U S H . N O W. Wipe tears of joy off of your porcelain skin. You will wake to my eyes , every day , every night , I will hum you asleep sing you my eulogy again again again. My most precious flower , with such a solemn smile  , lips so cracked kiss so sweet , your flower will bloom with a blossom none have seen. Goodnight fare love greet me with glee inside your dream.”

the ambience of woods / the sirens of crickets
I close my eyelids on the floor beside my blossom
s i l e n c e

Tragic Life | Lifeless Accomplishments

Ah, how tragic life is so pointless and unforgiving,
A dark and dismal journey, through which we are driven.
The weight of sorrow, the burden of despair,
Never ceasing, never ending, a relentless snare.

In the shadows we wander, lost and forlorn,
Seeking solace, seeking meaning, from dusk till dawn.
But alas, life mocks us with its cruel deceit,
Leaving us to suffer, in silence and defeat.

Yet still we press on, in our futile quest,
For a glimmer of hope, in this endless unrest.
Oh, tragic life, how bitter and unkind,
Leaving us to wonder, what purpose we might find.

WAKINGUP...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~~~
I couldn't sleep again
only remembering thoughts
scattered like puzzle pieces
of back when
I was told in school
making friends comes second
happiness comes third...


MEANWHILE ATSCHOOL...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~~~
in poetry class
we were shown
how words can make hearts melt like snow
and that we each have the power
to thaw out the cold
from anybody with a kindle in their soul


AFTER SCHOOL...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~
in a parking lot
alone in my 98 Camry
I didn't just **** the engine
I snapped the cars personified neck
with the flick of my shaking hand

I hold a pen
a beautiful pen
from the girl who sat behind me in
poetry

from the glovebox
I hold a gun
a powerful fierce magnum
that spits fire across my temple
helping me get some sleep I've been dreaming
of...

with the brush of a breeze branches and flowers
dance with life and evergreen enthusiasm
with the chance of meeting you I know it to be true
fantasies and dreams of love do happen

in the beginning
          it was only her and him
                 each year they would meet and it would always be
different...

Her: Hi I like you and wondered if you like me too?
Him: I only like girls who don't have to wear training bras...


1 year later
-----------------------------------------------------------­-------------------------------
Her: I don't have to wear those anymore. You must like me for sure?
Him: I only like girls who break the rules...


1 year passes
----------------------------------------------------------­--------------------------------
Her: I left my house and stabbed my friends in the back, can I have you to myself?
Him: I only want girls who waste their life.

Her: I refuse to do anything like that
Him: What have you been doing all this time?

you can't always fix
everything
even if it's meant to stay
broken
can you even reach
a heart
locked
in a glass case
destined
to crash
at the
depths
of the
ocean?

Innocence is Lost

The sun sinks low
Casting long shadows
A farewell to youth
As innocence departs

Fading like summer
Leaves changing color
Gone with the wind
Lost to the passage of time

But within this loss
A seed of wisdom
Planted in the heart
New growth from old wounds

Though innocence fades
Its memory lingers
In the beauty of scars
And the strength of the soul

We reunite together under this moonlight forever ourselves but never understood by the youth

do you remember
just after December,
two Scorpios
heading down an ol dusty road?
there they go
into the snow,
never to come to your front door.
how different would it be
if all I became was just a dormant memory?
would you have ever made that promise to your soul;
to pursue the purpose-when-in-mist
of a blizzard blow
to find the words of a birds songs
and hold that sound-
despite with every shiver felt-
when you heard the dying words in
each ever-eerie echo.
so
cover your ears
shut your eyes
for when you sleep
and wake tonight
the darkened sky will not cry
and shed those silent tears you call snow.
hide you pain in plain site
everyone walks over your flurry (I see their footprints)  
you love the cold even though
you never noticed you were the sun never meant to die alone
so shin with a smile-your's brings them new life.
don't rush-breathe slow,
for when the white burns a brighter-greener-ground
realize change will come soon.
just as the melting snow eventually fades-
through this cold will come a new age
and those memories of two simple Scorpios
will just be an opposite-day feeling
from when you achieve love and see yourself
as the glorious goddess you are
no longer will your heart be bleeding
in the season of the snow

in a bleak  betraying  whimsical way
I want to lay in the desolate snow with you.
paraphrasing how poets say
I want to grow old with you- so I’ll try:

<𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 & 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦>
melancholy = mediocrely
medicinal = manipulative
promises = broken    

clichés and critics say my love is predictable and scripted
that I’m foreshadowing tragedies or my muse is figurative
I never did well in English - but you made me pick up the pen
I never thought I’d fall in love - but you make me want to do it again

I care less who sees this - except you
I’ll just take another hiatus - until you tell me how good did I do?

please don't float away
if I say I'll find a way
means I won't take it back
a promise is a promise

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I don't want to be the cigarette in your coat pocket
Just so you can take me out and use me
And after the high put me out and end my light -sprawled naked across my bed-just to say
"I wish we didn't do that..."

Filling me with such regret

why do memories gotta be this upsetting?
I don’t remember forgetting being this frustrating.
why is she telling me that I am overstepping?
I just need some sleep,
but the bells sing hymns of our wedding.
is that my daughter? or an impostor of his eyes and your nose,
oh my sweet little angel!
you unforgiving monster!
you’re her mother and he’s just a confession to the *******,
I don’t care if I’m drunk right now
You can’t take her away and give the credit to the liar!
I’m still her father

babe I'm not upset
just having a little frustration
I don't want to fall in love next weekend
I just don't want to give up on this communication

my heart is dying might need to charge soon
I've dreamt of your warmth bleeding onto me
in your room

ever since you've given me voice to sing poetry-
-bring to life every epic of a tragic love story,
I'm sorry but I can't forget you over a weekend,
or even-
-after a calm midnight
summer
solar wind

I was born from the breathe of Satan-I was formed underneath a tree in Salem
I was sworn to **** the king with swords of Cain-I was torn in-between infamy and destiny from my name
I'm a nameless hatred created from the twisted creator seizing an unforgiving lust and hunger for another miserable maiden wasting her worth with words of wishes longing the chance to dance with the duke of death
but the bet begs black
and I'm dressed in red restless dripping decisions of every maiden's sins ever since Satan brought me back from the depths of *** and a forever reincarnation of Hell's retrieving-unforgiving-sanatorium

I lost myself in the most
pathetic possible way,
I will never be able to handle
losing myself.

But in the midst of darkness,
I found a glimmer of light,
a moment of grace that whispered,
you are more than your flaws.

I may have lost the old me,
but the new me is still growing,
finding strength in vulnerability,
and resilience in the face of loss.

So, here's to the journey of
losing and finding oneself,
for in the broken pieces,
we discover our truest beauty.
~
Dearest reader ;
I know it's unbelievable, unfortunately we have to be able to handle this inescapable truth :

We
Have
Worth