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A Boy With Roses

The rain in the night sky is boundless                                                                                             

Reeled in by dreams of escape                                                                                                      

I am every arm and I am every leg                                                                                

Swaying with every light, every distant echo 

 

You pull me out of shape, watch me melt                                                                    

The knots in my stomach massive                                                                      

Whenever I complain I hear you, gushing

 

When I was young the world was endless                                                                      

Now it's a hopeless shrine                                                                                                    

I used to think life was a timepiece                                                                                  

But our youth, our youth was wasted 

 

All the drinks we had are gone                                                                                          

All the laughs we had have faded                                                                                    

Now we're left with this undying bruise                                                                    

There's no light in us, just a vibrant darkness                                                                

Sailing in these rough times, we're alone 

 

Billowing o'er clouded hills                                                                                                      

Billowing o'er clouded hills 

 

This everlasting sadness resides in the darkest pit                                                  

In our soul, gladly echoing in repeated stillness                                                    

The city beneath us is talk, talk, talking                                                              

These rings on our fingers are our monuments                                                    

The weight of this reflex bonds us                                                                        

And our skulls are drunk, our knees are weak                                                  

Silent lovers never speak.  

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2022 18:26
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  • ScorpionSun

    Beauifully written

  • L. B. Mek

    'But our youth, our youth
    was wasted

    All the drinks we had, *left
    thirsty desert's behind
    All the laughs we had, *faded
    in-to clown masks

    Now we're left
    with this undying, bruise
    There's no light in us, just
    a vibrant darkness

    Sailing
    in these rough *Time's
    alone

    Billowing o'er clouded hills
    Billowing o'er clouded hills'
    (Brilliant!
    I humbly apologise, for my rude suggestions
    I meant no disrespect, dear Poet
    just overzealously, sharing
    how your poignantly immersive poetry
    revealed itself, to me)

    • A Boy With Roses

      Not offended at all, and have no qualms about your input. In fact I quite like 'left thirsty desert's behind', and 'faded in-to clown masks'. Those lines sure would add another element of imagery to the verse, although the verse is complete the way it is. It's sort of a lyrical poem, so that's why it's more simplistic.



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