the bones were hard to give up,
they pushed out like daisies
caressed under the hounding
heart of a copper sun.
unbridled and undried they bore
zealous arrogance of themselves,
petals dripping ****** convictions
and vibrating like awful angels.
under cruel devices they tried to
soften my bones and mold thick skull
constructed of lackluster candles
on their last flame.
days passed like doctors and white nurses
examining old wires that pray tell
the routines, the stools, the teeth.
i am their Jesus, their Lazarus.
my hearse, my sheep keeper,
my pretty things,
i become the acrobat at the
finale, the last supper,
supplementing at the **** of my
recovery. i lay my skin down for all
of you to see: here is my breast!
my toad belly! my glass feet!
where our daisies nightly… and our minds politely -
just might be
the rightly garments of
our inner varmints.
or Something has just
but something precisely -
has dawn in a vice. armaments shiny.
and all of our beautiful
so Love is outside
I woke up at midnight
and remembered the nights we would fall asleep beside each other.
Now I'm alone and in a different city.
Now I am accompanied by the moon.
I knew change was bound to come,
but I didn't know how hard it would hit me.
I understand that this wasn't easy for you,
and I sympathize.
I was selfish to wish for you to stay,
and I apologize.
But now I know that just because you're miles away
doesn't mean we won't meet again sometime in spring.
Our summer smiles once glowed so bright,
I swore that the stars didn't stand a chance.
We were young and spinning, spinning
I swore that our souls couldn't sit still.
I recognize that roses and daisies
I just wish someone would have told me that
before winter set in.
We're all on different paths now
We all have gone and moved away.
Who knows where we will be in a year from now.
It's just that these passed summers haven't felt the same.
i didn’t cry or care about any of what i did until i realized that i got blood on the daisies you bought me yesterday.
until i realized how disappointed in me youd be for letting my life drip into my bathroom sink.
because i should’ve called you.
because i should’ve told you.
because now my daisies are bloodied and stained and I should have reached for them before my pain.
The sweet daisy with her bright smile and white collar, marks the birth of spring.
She sheds her tender petals in the breeze.
Sailing graceful like a summer snow.
When the dark skies fold over the shimmer of the sun, you may find the daisies turning colors.
Her sunny mood, dampened.
White and pure no longer.
On dark days, marked with grief
You may come to find a field of blue daisies, blowing paled, darkened petals like the rain.
soft white petals
slowly open with the sun
its rays and warmth pleads
the wary flower to trust
and reluctantly it does
and yellow yellow yellow
greets the sun
I wish to be the sun and one day see the yellow of your heart
She is running barefoot
On a field of daisies
Smiling, cause he understood,
Each curve of her drawn paisleys.
She walks and walks, perhaps for miles
Until she finds the perfect spot,
She shared with bumblebees, her smiles,
He understood each line and dot.
There on that perfect spot, she lay,
And looked up at the bluest sky
With milk-white clouds that want to play
While blades of grass caress her thigh.
Looking up like that for hours,
Until she finds a cloud of paisleys
Laying there among the flowers,
She feels like she's one of the daisies.
I used to make them as a child
In fields of Shasta daisies
My shirt served as a basket
As I picked only the best—
Strong stems and crisp white petals
I’d hold the stems to the pad of my little index finger
With my thumb nail making a vertical cut somewhere along the center
Just wide enough to thread the stem
Of another Shasta daisy through
Until a fairy crown adorned my seven-year-old head
Here comes the sun little darling's
We all get burned
Is it your turn
Oh! Where I thou
"Green light Diner"
It's telling us to Go
* * *
The Earth beauty faces
I will be your direct sunlight
In plain sight to the daylight
her blossom tree
All I ask come for me
Her face could eat
The divine flower laced
Tie a yellow ribbon on me
We have so much to see
Let it be sun-face Moms
The Sun "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" on the Ice Queen
The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in between
The cigarette 1940 case hostess
I suppose the sunflowers every booth
her smile sets in place
The stain-glass window Notre Dame
Rock and roll hall of fame
The earth kids rainbow chalk
Sun-fun treetops like a beanstalk
Napoleon Elementary Watson
New Jersey Diner capital admission
The Peking duck *** luck
European beauty hunter's menu
Any luck this will be awhile sip "Starbucks"
1-Antipasti cute Shiba Uni
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face to the soul fruit loop
4-Chicken pepper Salsa
Sun-face lights up Visa
5-Hearts of Artichokes Mona Lisa
6-Soy ****** salmon
My sun worshiper man
Fish tacos hummus
Rome was not build
In one day
The windpipes and
the tablecloths Oh! yikes
Full of dream pipes
Sun tan stripes and zebras
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels back
Sun-face diner no time
for the sun-chip snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face air force dresses
Medieval times two swords
Holy lords Easter parades
" Ice-cream Spumoni"
Dinner in the sky
Robin red breast fly
Italian artwork Coliseum
Look up in the sky
It's a bird shaped
Paper plane bad romance
Waffle House jukebox rock and roll
Hall of fame whats in a food name
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs fruits and figs
At the caboose Ladybird jet lag
Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose
Purple rain Prince maple
Bananas and strawberry fields
lake sun in shape of a snowflake
Forest Gump changes to
Vitamin C honey bunches of Oats
Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs light she's not finished
Pristine of carrots with
Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight like a scale to weight
Whispers of wine and grapes
Sun face courtesan love escape
Sun Faces trillion times mansion
Sun-faces never go out of fashion
Sun faces and dinner places the best in the world eat heartily Drive in and Diners all over the world have a medieval touch with the Vikings and melodies from the heart of the surface her smile will always be there everywhere she goes the Diners place her with Rose
You're the one who killed the sun. You're the one who's killing everyone. If light can not enter, there will be no colour. We're all going to disappear.
Eating the babies.
Plucking the daisies.
Preserving their organs,
Saving them for later.
Artificial clouds are where the sun used to be!
You choked the sky and now you're choking me!
Drowning in every drop of water.
Eaten alive by every human flower.
Devouring every son and daughter.
Sprayed by the punctured capillaries of a sick mother.
Beware the carnivorous fruit. It's killing us softly.
Who knew dying would taste so **** good today.
Every bite I take I am slowly eating myself away.
The only way I feel alive is by eating what will **** me one day.
Who cares about that we're all gonna die someday.
Breathing through the holes in her lungs.
Flowing through her ever thinning blood.
Stored inside her dissipating muscles.
She's sick, and we're all sick like her.
This is the post-human era.
it's another early AM when salt tears splash my face,
they sting, but they are daisies compared to the swords I have endured with you.
it's almost half a year since you took what was not yours to take,
with your mumbled excuses and your dismissive gestures.
i brace myself, the pain looms again, i shout at it to GO AWAY,
the reminder of what you did, but it is a pain that paracetomal will not subside, because the pain is a memory;
the increasing anxiety, the thought of you inside of me when i did not want you to be there.
I have built a nest in your heart,
made of down and daisies.
And you, in turn,
erected a temple
the fog is slowly clearing up
and spring is colouring the hills
I'm not chaining daisies anymore
I'm kissing yellow daffodils
inspired by troye sivan
"I shall welcome the majesty of the ******
Loam, the honour of being the daisies mantle
The goodly fortune to sleep under the golden
Stars who birthed my dream of grace and light.
World, ply my ship and sail it to the seas
Of love, poem and song, I was unworthy
Shaper and so, whereby cold fates decree—
Here lies one, whose name is traced in vapour."
When we were far
and very young, in a place with no roads to follow
only a winding path, a branch to grasp
a place to fill the hollow
Blue the summer, with drowsy daisies came
petals, petals, we drew circles round the sun
gold spun, our halo heads of pollen
gold the bees of sleepy flowers
amid clover grass heaven
Days we lived deep in hills
we were endless green, in unmapped countries
stretching past the farms afield, in other worlds
too far to see, we lived beyond the gray of days
and we were free, in the shining silver
of our hallowed hills of ever.
All these dumb, ****** daisies
Overgrown at your stone
Brightening up the place
As if it were a home
All these excessive gardens
Crowd around your tomb
Revealing truths about life
And its temporary bloom