Black Cherry

A Boy With Roses

Paradise exists in dreams                                                                                              

Only to fade at the sight of reality                                                                                            

The morning sun rising with birdsongs                                                              

Rooked when I breathe

 

I feel forever lasting forever                                                                                                      

In the wings of an angel crying                                                                                          

In the arms of my father I crave solace                                                                     

Days are never-ending torture

 

Fresh pine in the forest rainfall                                                                                        

Warm sunlight glittering on lake water                                                                                

Music which hooks the soul and brings back                                                                                      

A flood of extensive emotions, we forget to polish                                                            

Golden memories stirring in the hot spot of a ruined mind                                                                    

Every legend frozen in silence, stopping at my words                                                                  

The truth in bold on the page, thorns cutting me                                                                    

I've never forgotten the guttering candle of a life spent dying                                      

Almost like surgery I studied the body                                                                              

Now I can take a breath, in the calm of the lull                                                                

Having broken from the free fall and found a nook                                                                  

In this world I've created, and concluded I'm no better than my fears                                  

Spinning fearlessly through storms                                                                                          

I arch over the silver, piercing through the careless night                                                          

Prisms of blue light, ribbons of velvet                                                                              

When I'm going crazy. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 22nd, 2021 17:18
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  • rebmasters

    Beautiful opening lines and lucid, incredible imagery from you as always 🖤

    • A Boy With Roses

      Sorry I'm drunk and my head is spinning haha, just want to say I appreciate your comments. You are very sweet and put a smile on my face. Much love X

      • rebmasters

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