Orange Tree

A Boy With Roses

Today I bought myself roses                                                                                        

Poured a glass of whiskey for the ones I've lost                                                                                                              

True Hearts abandoned                                                                                              

Went back to the forest of my childhood                                                                    

Saw you standing there, sunlight glittering on my skin                                                

Like nothing bad ever happened                                                                                  

But I woke up from that dream with one thousand paper cuts                                              

Love melting in my ice cream heart                                                                      

Poured a glass of whiskey for the ones I loved                                                                          

At parties in high rise flats                                                                                      

Small things make me laugh, little things make me hurt                                              

When we drive through the suburbs                                                                              

Nothing is real                                                                                                              

Cast the fishing rod as far as you can                                                                        

Like a dewclaw in a lake                                                                                                              

Dying things sweeter than marigold or birthday cake

 

Some stars are so bright I can't see                                                                                

The way I loved you like poetry                                                                            

Reminds me of the way I've spent my nights in bars                                                                                                              

Always closer to the edge, never close to the stars                                                            

I see your shadow following me, and when the piano plays                                  

I plant my regret and an orange tree grows                                                              

From the graveyard of my heart                                                                                            

I hear a voice, it says, "Hello", and it's not a stranger                                                      

It's a ghost, offering wisdom                                                                                    

She offers wisdom between her legs                                                                                      

A sad addiction, in the throes of contempt 

 

Today I didn't want to speak to anyone                                                                                  

So I stayed in my room and blacked out the sun                                                            

Hollow blackbird, with crushed bones, I turned into dust                                          

Smoked my cigarettes, looked at my phone                                                      

Sometimes I want to disappear and never return                                                  

Sometimes I want to set the pages on fire and let it burn                                                    

Like a tattoo, like a symphony                                                                                              

I always found nostalgia in summer                                                                                    

The crow by the grass under the blue sky                                                                       

I long for dark blue nights, a new appetite                                                                        

I walk these streets and watch the clouds and wonder why                                        

The rain pours down.

  

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2022 15:37
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Comments2

  • Draven

    Oh wow, this is beautifully written, heart wrenching full of imagery and so melancholic. Nicely done.

  • Bella Shepard

    I find that the beauty of poetry is expression without reservation, where else can you feel so free. I had to read this aloud with the timbre and tone it deserves. It is soul searching and heart-felt. Wonderful words arranged perfectly.

    • A Boy With Roses

      Lovely comment, thank you. I always tend to read my poems aloud when I'm writing them. I think of them as conversational, almost cinematic.



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