Ivory Rivers of Silk Blood

A Boy With Roses

No one speaks to me like they did                                                                                        

They think I'm a quiet child, procrastinating in my insular mind                                      

Perverted like a stalker at night, fuelled by the inferno of my regrets                                                                  

I feel the cold air, the dark night sky brooding with every train that passes                                      

I tighten the tourniquet and scream to let everyone know                                                      

I'm cruising for sweet asphodel, the smell of daffodils when it's mizzling                                          

My howling eyes repent but I'm ready to sin again                                                          

Alive in the thunder of obsolete rays, I admire the pulchritude                                                

The beams from unforgiving crops tired and falling into the cries                                                  

Of Mountain time, rivers tugging at true love, growing up in a different world                                            

I light candles and leave them burning like whispering orphans                                              

It's palpable, this atmosphere and the decadence                                                      

You are someone's son, but do they remember you                                                          

When you're forgetting? 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2021 18:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Miss Pain

    hynotizing

    • A Boy With Roses

      Thank you, appreciate your comment truly.

    • Eugene S.

      "I light candles and leave them burning like whispering orphans

      It's palpable, this atmosphere and the decadence"

      What a creative lens to see things through. Your prose flows effortlessly. Truly interesting.

      • A Boy With Roses

        Thanks for the compliment I guess, good day to you wherever you are.

      • Caring dove

        Interesting write Jordan although I see such pain in this (

        • A Boy With Roses

          I'm no stranger to pain, it echoes in me.

          • A Boy With Roses

            Whoa, I just thought of this as a reaction to your kind comment, but it's true and I resonate with it. A gold little line I think, might even use it in a stanza in a poem some day!



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