I'm going to do what I like
I'm going to live how I want
I'm going to build myself a great estate
With lots of statues out front

Choirs from the Curtis Institute
Singing me to sleep
Wake up and worship the great gold sheep

I'm going to walk the pathways of the ancients
I'm going to let my name be known
I'm going to seek the wild haunts of this world
And carve a place out all my own

Heat up the iron until it glows
Burn the brand so deep
Wake up and worship the great gold sheep

There's only one, splendid and fine
The ages attest it's wondrous design
You and me stand somehow above the fray
And name everyone who's throwing their chance away

I'm going to write my name on everything
I'm going to leave a lasting legacy
And when my body's thrown with great force from a window
The dogs will fight for whatever's left of me

Shallow grave among the weeds
Where the pale worms creep
Wake up and worship the great gold sheep

I grew golden flowers in my garden
because I was tired of looking
for the beauty within me

Stop gold digging now
Rich with treasure already
She is pure diamond

to love is to hurt
once seen with youthful eyes
sculpted by the gods
a divine surprise
24k gold
words to withhold
take me to the sun
that is where we stay
stay to play
stay to fray
where it all begun

Every poem is a gemstone
Every word a jewel
Set in silver, or in gold
Our muses bring renewal.
They convey. They have their say
In amethyst or beryl.
They are Bisbee turquoise
Or luminous as pearls.
Ruby smoulders, garnets dark
Gems from 'round the world.

Some are facets emerald green,
Some are for our ears.
Some are fashioned for the throat
Some aquamarine tears.
Some black onyx pendants
To play upon our fears.

Rings to place on fingers
For friendship or engagement.
Some are placed in
Deep dark drawers
As tokens of estrangement.
But no matter how
They're placed
'Tis meaningful arrangement.

Topaz golden moments
Pirite is for fools
But ALL poems are diamonds

All of them are JEWELS.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/23/2020

Under an old display of neon lights
two gilded exteriors meet.
Their gold needs to melt
and the lead core bared.
Wilde's prince's lead core didn't melt,
so won't their austere cores.
Their gold melted in the neon haze,
but didn't have the heart
to see their leaden heart
in the bright of the day.

You are the rose gold to my white,
Shining so bright
But never just by yourself,
Not trying to be the lime light

You dont wanna stand out
You maybe a little shy,
You just wanna be there living your life with pride


You have got that glam, that makes every color seem pretty
Even if its the tasteless white, it appears shimmery

You make this white feel loved,
You compensate its simplicity
You make it feel
So much out of its self insecurities.


You take me up with yourself, you help me rise
Everytime I tumble down you make me realise
"Remeber you are not alone, remember you are not weak.
Remeber you've got me,
Everytime someone tries to sweep you off your feet"

You give me strength,
You help me shine
You are the rose gold,
Who always help me thrive.

You are pretty as a rose,
You are precious as gold
You are like a gift to me, a beautiful whole
A shade of pink,
A tinge of gold
You are the rose gold, always knowing the right ways to console

You are a mixture of decency, calmness and strength
You always know all the beautiful trends,
You are someone who I would always recommend
You are the rose gold, I'd always love to befriend

You are sugar and spice
You are everything nice
You are the best, you are wise
I know we will never break out ties

Because, When I am with you
I know I dont have to pretend to be a rainbow
You completely know who I really  am and have loved me this way since long ago
You always accept my flaws and help me make them right
You are the rose gold, whom I would never doubt,
Not even a slight