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AJBusse Dec 2020
The Rose Bushes

Sitting in a bush
Laughing uncontrollably with a friend I met not too long ago
Our feet are torn and bleeding
The huge ball gowns we’re wearing are just as beautiful clean, as they are *****
Flowers grin at us from the leaves
But to hell with romance
Thorns reach for us
We may have just spent way too much money on ***** gowns,
And also thrown too much money into buying land in Scotland,
So we can become true Ladies,
But none of that really matters
This is one of my dreams
I don’t have a Lord,
And she doesn't have a lady,
Right now the giggles of our joy and the cries of the birds are all I need.  
A.J. Busse
AJBusse Dec 2020
Trigger warning! Blood- gore - ******-

The Stained White Picket Fence

It’s a strange thing
Watching yourself die
From the white picket fence
I could hear my screams
I could see my tears
I could feel the hot blood running down my chin
Down my throat
I shouldn’t have lived as long as I did
After it happened I mean,
He didn’t cut deep enough
I watched as I writhed and sobbed and bled
Until my eyes went glassy blue
Until the blood stopped pouring
Until the shrieks dwindled away
I jumped down off the white picket fence
And sat beside myself
I was empty
I was another ghost is a great wide sea of souls
A.J. Busse
Okay friends! Disclaimer: I am all good! I promise. I just had this idea, about what would a poem be like if I wrote it from the prospective of a ghost.
AJBusse Dec 2020
The song of the lily

It seems silly
When my heart goes a dancin’
I feel like a lily
Light and soft; skippin’ and prancin’
With the leaves of ivy; and the vines of the sea
For when the night gets dark; and the world is blanketed in a soft hue
I shall lay down to rest in my river that I may not flea  
When the wind blew
I call into the sky to bring forth all hands wide
With a swish of ribbon; and the call of the herring
For no one sided nor lied
For when I feel empty and bare, how can I keep caring
The syrup of love is sickly sweet
Even though seeing you smile, is a never-ending treat
A.J.Busse
We had to write sonnets for my English class, and I really liked how mine turned out! I hope you enjoy!
AJBusse Dec 2020
My Goodbye

Forever is a very long time
Forever is a very hard thing to achieve
Forever is a very hard thing to find
We all want forever
I want forever
But I don’t think the point is forever
I think the point is now
We take in every sweet piece of sugar we can now
And if ever it falls apart
Shattered on the tile
Or gently put in a drawer
You can think back on that sugar and smile
Smile through tears
I didn’t know if I wanted you to be forever
And it wasn't
But I’m okay
I’m happy with me
I found people who may end up being forever
But I do thank you for that summer
I hope you’re well
But it wasn't forever
And it’s time to say goodbye
Maybe you said goodbye a while ago
But it’s mine turn
I mean you already unfollowed me on Pinterest
So I will say this now
Once and for all
Thank you for making me smile all those days
But good riddance
A.J.Busse
To everyone going through a friend breakup- I'm so sorry. Those hurt a lot. Things will get better I promise. You may not know me, but I know how you feel. I hope you're well everyone!
AJBusse Dec 2020
Clouded Eyes

With a skip, a jump, a dance and a glide
I reach my hands up at the sky
My eyes full of clouds
And my chest light and free
My throat warm and raw from the songs that began and finished
With my phone in hand
And my feet bare
I feel as though my heart will flee
My cheeks burn and sting but I barely notice
Joy does weird things to me
But I don’t mind, even as it blinds me  
A.J.Busse
AJBusse Dec 2020
My Sweet Honey Tree

Oh come here dear, and sing to me
Tell me the stories that mean something; lend me the key
Let me see your heart and caress your mind,
With a gentle hand that is mine
What do you think about when the sky gets dark
Who crosses your mind when you are pained
Where do your thoughts travel when you close your eyes
Why do you keep it all bottled up inside?
My mother once told me bottles were for juice
And labels were for jars
So pop the cork, my dearest one
And share with me your darkest fears
Your days of joy
The faces that dance behind your eyes  
Sing to me the songs of life and open your arms wide
Let me in my sweet honey tree
And let me see the light
A.J.Busse
Read this one out loud! This is one of my favorites.
AJBusse Dec 2020
Oceans of Me

The sea of thoughts can be very frightening
And oh deary me,
Diving in scares me
With the darkness and the light,
With the logical and fantastical
With the frightening and comforting
Diving into the great oceans we call our minds isn’t an easy task
But my sweet, if you can take my hand,
And dive into the depths of my fears,
Your warmth by my side would make things ever so much lighter
A.J.Busse
Rhyming "me" with "me." Art.
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