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I was quiet
And found that she left me with sorrow
And that of lamentations bring
And that smiles that even bring sorrow that even now would not even     show its head

I cried for her dear face that it may shine
And grace that succored my time has vanished
Into atoms and the particles that float in eternal space
These no more

I was alone and that which saw to my own doing
Killed my heart and shattered my soul
And found nothing to ponder upon but myself
And that sadness left me alone forever

And now rosas and sampaguitas bloom in the garden
For I am the unworthy soil beneath such beauty
Left untouched and now exists as it was
THORNS
Consummatum Est. Amor Mortis.
Requiem in pacis, Lara.
alice Jul 2014
She tasted like watermelon on a july day 

pink and juicy

Mostly liquid (transparent) but full of flavor 

a rosebud mouth that inhaled like I did 

bitter meals of smoke from tin foil and glass 


She laughed like echoes off ancient cave walls 

all experience and fire 

dangerous arousal from a primitive state 

I gave her my greatest possession

sharing with eyes wide open 


She fights without going to Geneva 

*****, with bricks 
taking hits like a man

deep breaths of poison and still she trudges on 


She smelled like gardenias inside my palms 

familiar and hand-picked

infested with seeds 

but all that I can recall is her on my lips; 

pink and juicy



tasting like watermelon on a july day.
Inspired by the wonder that is my best friend and kindred spirit, Lara Lockwood.

— The End —