believe me i tried

white rose

kisses of spring danced in the air

an answer to our whispered prayers

for winter’s curse to melt away

bringing hope for lighter days

flowers bloomed along the path

that, to get home, i had to pass

they stood in colour, soldier-style,

with fragrant scents that made me smile

diversity defined them all

but my favourite one was small

a tiny green shoot in the mud

at its tip bloomed a white rosebud

it had yet to blossom, but i would wait

it gave me time to appreciate

that all things come in their own season

deaf to pleas of the heart or reason

just like the winter, as it turns to spring,

with the sun and flowers that it brings.

you’d think the change a welcome one

but alas! winter died for all but one

his heart was already too far gone

no friend or family to lean upon

away from home, he learnt a sorrow

that eliminates the hope of tomorrow

and he took his life, one spring day,

silently, he slipped away

his entire life, darkness consumed

but, the day he died, the white rose bloomed

tears of blood

taking the easy way out, i become

a figment of shadows, nightmarish scum

trapped in the darkness where i belong

yet without any telling what i did wrong

deep in this dream of regret i forgot

the inciting bait on which my future was caught

idle facts i remember rain down like a flood

and my eyes fill with tears mixed with memories and blood

sometimes i wonder if it is wrong

to keep playing-pretend that you can be strong

perhaps that is so, yet i still wander in vain

seeking release from life’s inevitable pain

Rise

A.N. Just sorting through some sub-par quality ideas. Please bear with me. >.< 

In my dreams, I have a place

A secret, yet safe, hiding space

It’s above the clouds, miles in the air,

No evil touch can reach me there

A perfect place, where I can rest,

While others’ lives are put to test

Though foul things happen on the ground

I have just light and clouds around

It might seem callous, to have such dreams,

Where real life’s friction falls at the seams

But, when I’m safe, I couldn’t care less

The world might implode, but I’ll be at rest

 

The ‘u’ in Truth

There is no ‘you’ in Truth, only ‘u’, a

vulgar condensation of the word that

inhabits every aspect of ‘twitter speak’

and ‘text lingo’ that this world radiates

like a migraine aura, just before chaos

bursts.

You are a liar, and a wretched one, but u is so

small and insignificantly half-round that

anything u do is a forgivable sin. Besides,

there is a ‘u’ in truth, but no ‘you’.

I push ‘you’ away, a pesky ally to betrayal and

disbelief, whispered things and phone calls in

the middle of the night. The stuff of nightmares,

I push you away.

Temporarily. Like you know I would.

Because there is no ‘you’ in Truth.

But I need ‘u’ for ‘future’ and ‘us’.

Who I’ll Be

In the silence of the night

I write beneath a dim lamp’s light

Above my head, the stars shine bright

They illuminate the words I write

And, in my words, I see the past

A million lives that didn’t last

A billion ways my heart has blown

A trillion times I felt alone

Each night the road before me splits

And I decide which fork to pick

Each choice destroys a single chance

At a different life, not the one I have

But the stars above know things I don’t

Though, share their secrets, I know they won’t

There’s a comfort as they’re watching me

The stars see things that I can’t see

The stars see all, and I wonder, too,

If they see things that have yet to come true

Like who I’ll be ten years from now

Where I’ll be, and why, and how

And whether this burning inside my soul

Will rule me still, or whether I’ll know

Where my place is, what I’m meant to do

And whether any of my wishes or dreams will come true

Maybe it’s childish, to wish such dreams

Only children believe life’s more than it seems

But they are my wishes; they belong to me

Until the stars tell me who I will be

Metal Heart

Still as death and cold as stone

It rests in his chest, and loves alone

He knows no joy except his own

His metal heart’s as hard as stone

He finds no charm in children’s play

No rousing thoughts at dawn of day

He bears no pity for those in need

He demands his dues, and makes them bleed

His eyes are open, yes, they see

But his heart’s a cavern, half-diseased

He has no sense of love at all

He delights in grief, in others’ falls

He’s the cruelest man, with his metal heart

Too starved of love, too dead to start

It cycles blood relentlessly

But, without love, it’s incomplete

Lesson Number One

A.N. Apologies. This took far too long for far too poor a result. 

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Lesson number one is clear

Don’t let anyone see your fear

Head up high and straightened back

Keep vigilant, lest they attack

Lesson number two is a little bit harder

It’s keeping your wits when the storm turns calmer

You can’t relax; no, you must recoup

Build up your strength. You know they’ll regroup.

Lesson number three is a bit of a twist

Stay light on your feet, and their hits will miss

Dodge their attacks, and you’ll rise on top

But lesson number one is the only way they’ll stop

The Queen

A.N. Not the best, I know. 

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arms chained to the wall, feet chained to a ball

the prisoner who once stood a thousand feet tall

with crowns and tiaras and bullions to spare

she courted disaster, but no one would dare

to displease her, defy her, to challenge her reign

so court was played nicely, and things stayed the same

but, just like the saying, even the mighty oak falls

and all of her wealth couldn’t spare the Queen’s fall

for, while at her strongest, reality set in

and she succumbed, a victim of ego and sin