His Pale Skin

A Boy With Roses

you were an orange tree                                                                                                        

ready to be squeezed                                                                                                                          

I was a water lily in lemonade                                                                                                        

stuffed like taxidermy

 

oh, Sister Taxon                                                                                  

crying                                                                                                              

by the meadow                                                                                    

look up at the sky and see

 

Pink candyfloss King                                                                                      

under love clouds                                                                                                                   

late night, drunk texting                                                                                                

I spill my guts out 

 

and I go, overflowing                                                                      

and I go, overflowing                                                  

with my soul song                                                                        

holding you, but giving up 

 

I saw the inside of my friend                                

covered in worms and nude like a painting                                        

skin softer than silk, spitting out blood                              

flush like a river, your skin echoing like pearls                                                      

in these hallways of dead ghosts                                              

I went from the worst nightmare to the best dream                                      

grinding you down to dust                                                                  

I treasure you like a wedding ring                                              

stuffed away like a corpse in my bedroom                                                                  

needing you, wanting you

 

memories meander and seldom live on                                            

when I'm trying my best to think less                                              

I seem more shrewd than I thought                                          

your mother went mad, and you watched                                    

your father skinning a calf                                                

as he poured concrete in the keyhole 

 

you were pissing in trees, so faraway                          

the lies you tell hurt deeper than you know                                                            

dig a littler deeper into mangos                                                  

losing contact with the person I was 

 

all the times we spent together                                                

all the kisses we shared were a garden                                                  

full of dreams and hope                                      

drifting away like a dune, so umbilical

 

when I fall apart                                                                                              

you put me back together                                                                          

like a good thing meant to be broken                                                                

you were an orange tree                                                                                                                                  

I was a water lily.

 



  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2022 17:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: Can anyone explain why there are such big gaps between the lines, or know how I can fix it?
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14
  • User favorite of this poem: a thousand wishes.
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Comments3

  • a thousand wishes

    Wow. Very descriptive and emotional. Nice use of imagery. This poem is a true work of art

  • arqios

    A menagerie of images and movement, a kaleidoscope of emotion.

  • orchidee

    I don't know about the spacing - it happened to me too! Not fixed it yet - if we can?!

    • A Boy With Roses

      I just checked and randomly it's fixed for me on my side



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