There were warning signs to beware,
great walls you had to climb,
more parcels inside,
sealed with labeled reminders
to handle with care.
That a wrong cut of a wire
could trigger explosives,
that the place wasn't just fragile,
it was also volatile.
There's a reason why
from miles away you'd been told
to keep your own distance.
Why this wasn't just something
you could happen to stumble upon,
but a shipwreck, a paper town,
a lost city you needed to find.
When it dawned upon you
that this was not paradise
but a haunted cemetery of some kind,
you snuck your way back
to the hole you fell into
burning the place to the ground,
like the ones who came before you.
Flutter of an evening chill
the black rain, bores into me
The lower breeds
All I see
Are our frail memories...
Head placed upon the middle of your pillow,
leaving a circular dent surrounding it-
Your pigtails on the side,
tied in pink and red bows.
An attire of frilly, cotton, pyjamas,
tainted with dainty flowers-
a total of 32 spastically placed.
Filled with frills and pixie dust,
along with the shards of glass
-lined with blood.
On the beauty of the moments,
Of the innocence that once filled your mind-
gently placed upon the pillow
lined with delicate lace,
beneath your frail, fazed face.
Allow me to take Springs flight
and blossom with the sun
The birds arrive with morning light
nesting, with new life begun
And in these mornings let me see
that the birds have come so far
Let me hear the buzzing bees
and not forget what ears are
Allow me, then, to speak my mind
and listen to the words spoken
A drop of honey from the hive
of knowledge and of emotion
And in those days of trials, troubles,
I’ll no longer hold my tongue
But in careful breathing I easily struggle
and need reminding how to use my lungs
Allow me next to closely whisper,
to ask myself for forgiveness.
The trees forgive the retched winter
for its cold, unending stillness
And in the next days I ask for time
to take note of my frailties,
but in the Spring, I will rise
with radiant and blossoming peace
I leave a trail of shattered hearts.. so frail..
Clumsy I am...
I have to sadly reject people that ask me out..
Do not say, what you feel
I'm not here
Do not remember me
I'm not the one
Do not dream of me
I'm not the one
I can't be there, where
You want me to be
Then he/she felt
Nothing at all
Stayed silent with
A fragile heart
A heavy head
A dead soul
Theme: Tough Time
She has taken Times test
And stood till she was 80
The skin is thin on those old bones now
And for the first time feels
old and frail
I'm like a butterfly in your grasp
Too weak to move
Too frail to live
even love, a faded meaning
the uneven skill; bludgeoning the compass
a longing, a thirst for fortress in the prodigal past
always seems to swim so shallow
an even meaning when roses die
a shadow walking ground, a skeleton in the earth
leaning on its symbiotic ecstasy;
frail and ephemeral dipped in a sea of ash
when paradise keel's over in sea
awake in this lucid dream
let loose of the pipe
lest you breath as love
a silent lips for astrologers, even a tombstone for gazers
blood streaming down the crown;
never to grow rose
love is the soil.