Cut the Roots

A Boy With Roses

Interwoven between sadness and hope                                           

I think of the bluebells by the lake                                               

When the sky grows dark and I'm alone                                         

With no levee, I close my eyes and drift off  

                                             

In a painting I see a vision of you                                                                               

Listening to the piano and smoking a cigarette                                             

I watch as the waves wash ashore                                       

And I regret never reaching out to hear your voice                       

Now I'll never know the way you felt 

 

How it feels to be alive                                                               

How it feels to be alive 

 

Everywhere I go I see you, I remember you                                   

In my childhood bedroom                                                                 

I miss you more than you would ever know                                     

I fucking hate that coffee shop                                               

Where I cried and you wrote, "I love you"                               

And everything was stagnant                                                     

And we had nothing much to celebrate                         

And I never know how to quit my bad habits                                     

So I always self-destruct. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 2nd, 2023 19:12
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Comments4

  • rhmn_7

    It will get better with time, at least I hope so, dear friend....

  • Goddess of the Mist

    Yes, I've tried to self-destruct most of my life because of THEM. But guess what? It didn't work. And now I'm coming out the other side of it...

    • A Boy With Roses

      I'm past the point of self-destruction lol

    • jarcher54

      I think I was crying in that same coffee shop that day! Yes, been there felt that. I like how you cut the poem in half with a little chorus. Somewhat like a Greek chorus making sure the audience is paying attention! Thanks for making me hurt! Its so beautifully relatable.

      • A Boy With Roses

        Funny cause recently I've been writing like this just not dumping everything here. Really into refrains especially at the moment also, a little Greek chorus as you say

      • jarcher54

        PS I am often reminded that the word "regret" is probably the most salient, painful word in the language. The word is a poem all by itself.



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