Roses for HerIt is a dark day On Avalon Heads bowed down in sorrow Tears trickle down towards moon drop sunsetsRoses for Her
The World is quite upside down, for My sweet Princess Has gathered all the roses And the petals have fallen Without the experience of being pricked By thorns of an extraordinary youth
A smile that I had practiced for her To never ever be delivered, saved Maybe, as I gaze upon her In Heaven Where I can sing her lullabies On a harp And to play games That I hadn’t had the chance to teach her As her mother watches Unde
Starlit DancerPeach pit at the bottom of my stomach let it grow into a tree as time impregnates it to bare fruit on a sundried Summer that dies on the horizon as she graces the Heaven's with the moon as her spotlightStarlit Dancer
Her face burns on my brain a perfect cloud with a solid soul like thunder and I write about nature's beauty flowing in the wind caressing midnight as I kiss it into shooting stars watch it float by like a message in a bottle going towards Jupiter
Sky dancer she is shaking in my head with her Sandman's waltz and she ta
CleansedThe smell of Tangerines crave me into a frenzied kiss of chocolate dreams caught in aCleansed
galaxy far, far away that gets bottled up in a bomb to myself
A chemical reaction that's only a fraction of what I feel and my hand shakes as I press this ABORT button to suppress my emotions that went Hiroshima in just a month
Put my heart in a crutch cause I cannot touch you that way anymore and blood drips freely so platelets can scab over what is left behind of my inspiration of you
I must insist the aftermath of the kiss left in residual
Standing in the RainThe rain drips down on my face off of my noseStanding in the Rain
The inspiration seemed to fall away flow away off my shoes Down the drain and into a memory
Love bleeds from veins heal away the stain as she sprouts wings to carry me
I embrace her in this change grace her with new words like condensation that evaporates into clouds that are proud of knowing her
I puddle hop my feelings for her into flowers growing bright and red The water walks up my legs past my tear ducts back into my brain giving me another emotion to fuel my
The Loss of Inspiration
But one book, page, stroke, word, and dream at a time...breath in, breath out...wax on, wax off...
However, there's a flaw to my logic somewhere, 'cause I'd have like 435294857 drawings by now.
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
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