As I wander in the wilderness
In the depth of the night.
There's no source of hope;
Just the moon as light.

My every step corrodes the hills;
As if I'm carrying a burden,
So heavy that my knees beg for mercy—
In the abyss, it is hidden.

A mist of despair blurred my vision
I am lost, I am lost, I am very lost.
I must seek after a single lit of blithe,
Bet my heart to find it at any cost.

But here comes fear screeching from the sky
Striking me down with sheer force!
As I lay there, tears rolled down my face,
I felt grievous, I am filled with remorse.

My heart's so tired, It's ready to give up;
Amidst the shadows, a rose shone so bright.
I took every ounce of tenacity I have left—
Used it as strength to seek what's in sight.

Inch by inch, I crawl myself toward its radiance
With every strength I got, I made it at last!
Oh my rose! you gleam with wonder and bliss,
Red as red! no other shades; You'll forever last.

Here you are! Such thrill goes my heart;
My eyes dilated as Saturn's rings; Mesmerizing.
Blood drips down  as I hold you against my chest—
Your thorns pierced my heart like knives; Agonizing.

My rose, My love...My dearest love!
Why? Oh Why does it hurt?, I'm in pain;
Yet my heart still beats for your  love—
With certainty, among my woes shall over reign.

i can still taste your lips
when i tell them you locked me out
i can still feel your arms
when people try and console me
i can still hear your laugh
whenever my friend makes a joke
you are everywhere
absolutely everywhere
so why am i crying alone
why am i trudging through the days
without so much as a "how are you"
but then again,
your lips burned me.
they set fire to my skin
but then again,
your arms had thorns.
they were beautiful but deadly
but then again,
your laugh made me cringe.
it sent cold chills up my spine
but then again,
i never loved you.

I smelt the rose of death and Its aroma
Was sweet decay, I took it in each breath.

Its thorns were beautifully onyx shining
Decomposition in shaded light.

Its pollen was like cyanide on my senses,
I took a last breath, oblivion greeted me.

I was silent but in my muteness it blossomed,
Feed on the remnant of flesh and flourished.

Love's a prickly thorn bush in a field of sunflowers
It's bittersweet,
And boy, can it leave scars,
But in time, wounds can heal, my dear friend
I thought we were both hopelessly in "love",
while you were preying on another,
now I realize I was just hopelessly hopeless for you
And I'm much smarter than to fall for a silly boy who can't be bothered to wait until I'm ready
Don't think you can fool me again,
My heart is beating to the beat of my mind now,
which you no longer occupy,
Instead of walking through the bush of thorns,
I simply try and walk around them straight into the heart of love,
Real and true love

you make me
take my toys out of the box
share them with children I don't like
finish a jar of marmite  wipe my mouth and say thank you
smile at horror films
touch snakes with my bare hands and eyes open
put salt in my coffee
speak with my mouth shut
you charge for every kiss a thousand Chinese burns

love is the pile of thorns surrounding a petal

Lefty , I can't imagine how he got his name
Always did things backwards . . . so . . . . .
I was not surprised when he up and went away

Never said why , when , or where he had to go
Now he is growing old where as they say
"Only God Knows"

What are clouds anyway ?
Water vapor in the sky ?
I think it is so much more

I think they are recycled tears
Of every broken heart that ever be
Falling to a desert below

My cactus flower
Blooming in the night
So none will see

She keeps her love close
Protected by her needles

I sit and watch her bloom
And before the sun has begun
I leave looking for lefty

And the reasons I quit
Are the excuses I choose

Between the desert and the sea
Where the cause will be
Clouds keep winking at me

The circle is broken into pieces
I speak in deserts of sand
Drown in seas of lingering waves of pain

And I have no clue where lefty went
Only remember a cactus flower blooming
Without the thorns between the two

Mould has grown in the places you used to touch .

Darling what a terrible thing that is.

I was once a rose with so many thorns but have turned into nothing but a fungus , a ****  , nothing but a disaster.

You came to me with your edges so sharp willing to cut off my petals if things got too much .

I let you in and moulded myself around you , my vines intertwined with your limbs trying to make us one.

You never liked the felling of another pressed against you , never quite understood how one could stay in the same place for such a length of time without wanting to expand further and Interrupt another's path.

What you didn't know was I gave you everything , I shed my petals to give you a bed of roses , but it seemed my path wasn't good enough nor my petals bright enough or even my vines intertwined with your limbs enough to make you stay.

So I sit here , as my body withers with nothing but a fungus to keep me warm , I intertwine my body with the mould given and hope that one day you will come back , with your edges not so sharp and sinful and tell me how bright my petals were and how sorry you are for making me nothing more than a notch in your bedpost.

Perhaps I am a cactus.

              Perhaps,
there are needles
                              protruding
from my skin
to prove how soft
i really am.

                            A saguaro,
                   only hollow      
      by the birds                  
           who make nests      
                          in my chest.

Perhaps,
               I will flower
once the rainy season is over.

I will drink deep of this muddy sorrow
and my skin will swell
warm
          and green
                            and well nourished
by the sky.

Perhaps,
                it will be
the most beautiful
                 blossom anyone has
       ever seen
and people will travel
                                                      mile­s
                      just to
                                      admire.

Perhaps,
        ­        they will wonder
how my flower
                came from such a
spiny
thing
And Perhaps
                        I will tell them.