Dandelions Daisys
and Daffodils
ultra twilight
Mourning Glorys

Beau coups of tragically
beautiful Buttercups

Scarlet Lillys
and Royal Violets
Violently pursued
by less than
gentle sunlight

Sharp piercing
cutting thorns
enticing with
yellow blush
and crimson Roses

Beauty for a time
a moment less
maybe moments longer
Then wilted away

Another then springing
from darkness unto light
and brilliant breath
...and another

Each purposed only to
the sustenance
of the thorns
and the beauty thereof.

-R.

(10)
-Hlywd

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I no longer
**** with you.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart pumps red
Yours, I'll pursue.

Roses are roses
and violets,
  violet

Red are the roses
and blue is
my soul

Cold,
    as it longs for you
Waiting,
    for a warmth it may never
         receive.

Colourful,
the flowers
as they bloom

But wither
they may
through the
seasons

and

    the

      days.

Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you
But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty, and your wrists stained red
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear
There's no silver lining cause you're no longer here
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight
You're laying there frozen, so far from the light
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun
But time can't be turned, nor your actions undone
The words that you wrote that I only read
"I love you so much, please don't cry when I'm dead"
The bond that we shared; a love that ran deep
The pain that we shared; a friend I could keep
I wanted to hold you to wipe the tears from your eyes
Been there the moment you said your goodbye
I want to forget but most times I don't
I want to let you go but I know that I won't
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head
The roses are wilted and the violets are dead.

Throw me in the chartreuse fields
So I can leave my pain behind
Violets and Daffodils will turn
Me into their kids

Buy me out of sable walls
So I can see the other side
Violets and Daffodils will kiss
My spine

Say white, say blue
On a spring afternoon

Whisper out loud
O-hoo

Take me out for a walk on moon
So i can plant lovat' on stone.
Violets and daffodils will grow
On a pale ball.

Lie with me on frosty grass
Keep your feet above the stars.
Violets and daffodils will pass
But we can last.

Once upon a time we had the hymnal propped by the kitchen sink so's I could learn; years later Mum would sing along with me, and now...I like never but once in a blue moon dare to sing aloud, for missing her to tears.



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLVII)


What's happened to--me?  Rainy hours detail
Thet eye with silver's touch while green lawns fence
The minutes fog obscures by vague suspense
With softest carpets rolled out to avail,
And I'm not erm, my own in sheer betrayl;
Erst naked trees lost to mists' whitish sense
Of yonder, I could shiver, and do hence,
Cuz in a blink I'm his upon that scale.
One comment like my wont five days ere, poor
As what?  now he distracts aught hours 'til through
Suggestion I am giggling, sober, tour
His deepest sorrows, and maunt say he'd woo?!
Of course, I'm better searching violets, fer
All that.  Let purple wink low, saying we knew.

05Apr17b

There is a bird inside of my chest along with a violet.
I don't know how it got there but for some reason it won't leave.
I am constantly woke up by singing and random pecks.
At first it was nerve wrecking.
The flutter of tiny wings scrapping the inside of my heart.
I opened my heart by some chance wondering if it would fly away.
It look at the door and pulled the door back shut with it's beak.
Nestling itself back inside the violet.
I would go to the doctor but the first thing they would ask is if I've been drinking.
By some natural instinct it would a yes that comes out of my mouth.
A bird of a different color I suppose.
Memorizing her song in my heart.
I tried to peek inside and see exactly what she was doing.
But she just filled the cracks up with feathers.
I've tried not to grow too attached as the moment I do that is the exact moment that she would leave.
In doing so, I've grown very attached.
The violet now in full bloom.
To my surprise she hasn't left.
I wouldn't have it any other way

Roses are red Violets are blue
I don't know if I can make it through
Because the roses are wilting the violets are dead
And nothing will silence the thoughts in my head
The sky isn't clear, the sun no longer shines
The blood in my veins is no longer mine
The days are long and as dark as the night
The thoughts in my head no longer happy and bright.
The tears stream down my face and off of my nose
as I cry in the places no one ever goes.
I want it to stop, I want it to end
I don't think I can go through this again.
I can't help but feel that I'd be better off dead
The roses have wilted the violets are dead.