you gave her a rose for your love
and each petal was a beauty of your kind words
but each thorn was against her wrist for your cruel ways
Isn’t it sad to see how two-faced people can be?
A hollowness where life once grew,
now I have a barren soul.

No flowers bloom here anymore,
the colours are all gone.

but i feel the thorns twisting in my gut
and the weeds thriving in my chest.

They multiply into a wasteland,
where nothing but monsters dwell.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 9
The quill is the tongue of my very soul;
         dipped into the ink made of my tears.
           It matters not if my words are thorn to many;
                              This Queen will speak and touch those                    
                                       ­                      special few.
"Though honey is sweet, do not lick it off a briar."
                                                                              -Irish Proverb
Queen Lyn xxx
Karijinbba Jul 30
DEJA-VU

"To deny love is an eternal loss it has no reparation neither in time nor in eternity."
Men don't Leave the one you fall in love with behind
Fate won't safeguard that treasure for a later time
Women tell the man you love how you feel and what you want from him in life
If he leaves without saying
good bye look for him
Wait for him at least one year
Even if its medical advice
Do not abort his gift
We are God's creation
Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it?
Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world
has ever heard.
Don't you see?
We create our own thorns,
and never stop to count the cost.
All we can do is suffer the pain,  can we tell ourselves
If it was well worth it.
O can we jump off the cliff
the choice rest on how we see our glass and is it
full or empty?
We are the authors of our own life and destiny. We create hell for ourselves or paradise our heaven on earth..Don't let pain put you to sleep to what's meaningful and beautiful. Be awake and aware don't leave true love for tomorrow or another day!
Xaela San Jul 29
You're like a cactus, whom needs no attention

You have created your own world damned of thorns

And protected yourself with those sharp words;

You can survive even in times of drought and loneliness

Still, be able to bloom a flower out of your own creation

Yet I can never be with you without hurting myself

I can only appreciate your beauty afar

Though it may be hopeless, its not up to you

As a promise, I give to you my words

"I will always be there for you"

Though being with you only bring pain and sufferings

Please hear my plea and let me be with you

Let me be part of your narrative

And I promise to walk with you in the mist of danger

Together we will escape from the hell you've created.
Amanda Jul 24
Heavy-chested, I try to release emotions,
The moon shakes its head in dismay,
Seasons unwinding, heartache in slow-motion,
And in weather hides words I can't say.

In the thick sincere compliments
Concerns flail, attempt to get out,
Bang on barriers, will not budge,
'Life consumed, hopeless doubt.

Mind enveloped in fear,
Shackled by trusting nature,
Wings clipped, self-made prisoner,
I wonder if you sense restraints stir.

Certain only one choice allowed,
A crowd of disapproving eyes stare,
Maybe stars can take me far from this place,
They twinkle, dreams in night air.

Want to shine with a similar light,
Ugly areas stand in protest,
Hold back the glow, I seem dimmer,
Searching for a spot to rest.

Weakness planted in crevices,
Rosebushes bearing thorns blooming,
Learning to love myself even when no one else does,
I'm hard to be with, I am only human.
Love me when i least deserve it, because thats when i need it the most.
Cné Jul 24
Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at the feet
And blooms that scent the night and day
Would steal a heart, then fade away

With petals soft and fondly red
Sweet essence fills an addled head
Then turns to dust before the eyes
Leaving naught, but sad surprise

Who would think such thorny vine
Could lift a blossom as divine
And by the stem on which it stands
Could so wrong an offered hand

Such strength and beauty is rarely true
A blessing owned by very few
As 'neath the soil, in winters keep
There sleeps a rose to tear a cheek

Who would think that perfect bloom
Could be a bane, a curse of doom
So fine a sight, yet in disguise
A rose to prick and blind the eyes
cait-cait Jun 29
i tried to die for you —
give my little body up for you :
and for
those
          that i
                   loved

but maybe i didnt love anybody ,
and maybe
                    that’s why i stayed.

they say that pain is always temporary
but i don’t feel
temporary —

and
they say
that you can always
                           heal,

but instead, i guess

i
hurt the ones i loved the most
and then
realized there were people
watching .
.

i would’ve died for you ,
                                         you know ?
hung my body up like a curtain -
a poison crown of thorns .
.

but
maybe god wanted you  
                                         instead.
medea and i are a lot alike. Originally was titled “when god made you he wanted to see you cry.” It wasn’t originally supposed to about medea but when I came up with the title I added a lot more medea aspects to it
Shadow Dragon Jun 24
You sting,
but at least you
could have tried.

Your thorns
are growing,
letting me bleed.
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