You circled around
The graveside
Sniffing the ground
Of your owner
.Upon hearing
No answer
You lay down
Let out a howl
And died

The petals of a rose are an expression.
Invisible strings pull her taunt
And leave her
gasping for breath in her bud.
Then petal by petal,
step by step,
we come undone.
Blooming, bursting, beautiful and free.
Some leaves crumble,
Some some innocence is wilted.
Yet still the Rose, in all her glory, managed to break through...
She survived.
She survived anxiety, longing & depression
And she was still a beauty.
Roses
are
strong



And so am I.

i betray myself every night,
when i sneak off
and see you in my dreams.

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.

Right at the contour,

Decorative canyons of dire, descending ornaments,

Occluded with mixed smoke signals.

Those heading to their number beds,

Pray to the analytical gods,

"Dear Lord, bell curve distribution. Please, please, please..."