A beautiful rose grows on a grave
It is cared for by the caring
Watered by heaven
Raised by the sun
Given rest by the Autumn
Reborn by the spring
Under in the rich earth
The life that is just sleeping
Just waiting
Offers life into its roots

A beautiful rose grows on a grave
It is tendered by the remorseful
Caressed by the breeze
Hidden by the moon
Vivid in flame in summer
Innocent in existence by winter
Under the named stone
The eternal love that rests below
Opens its soul
Offers its heart to the petal

Try
swimming against the tide today
And if you drown
It's better than drifting forever

The Crimson heart bleeds lifeless
Weathered are we all
Torn and fettered
Broken to the faultless bone

The blue sun won't shine
Weathered are we all
Deformed and closed
Hopelessness to the scarred heart

The reddest sea waves the winter
Weathered are we all
Heartless and forbidden
Pleasure unknown informed be not

The colourless hope dreams
Weathered are we all
Crest fallen and lost
Hiding frontier of hatred love

The softest metal bends eternal
Weathered are we all
****** in deification
Screaming with a silence cold




I happen to stumble upon and pick a scented red rose
I travelled homeward aglow with desire
And placed it within the heart of my being
Its presence filled my dreams
It's aroma caressed the foundation of my soul
Until it was no more

.

I look for the truth
as I follow deception
Seek happiness
neath the darkest of skies
Whistle a tune
when my last breath is leaving
Accept the pain
as the mourning dove cries

Call out your name
when the echoes defeat me
Stand on my mark
while I’m pushed to the side
Harbor my strength
in a weakened dimension
Live everyday
when it feels I have died

Chasing a dream
that is still running faster
Lost in the scene
fading farther from sight
Penning a poem
with hope you will read it
Sending some love
in the words that I write

Then if I see
I have made your life better
Squinting my eyes
in your bright smile’s glow
I’ll walk away
as a teardrop is falling
With a goodbye
that I wish was hello

Writing in between dusk and dawn
late night and early morning thoughts
all things I should have done
all things I should have said
ends up in a sheet of paper

Writing in between fantasy and reality
distinguishing facts from dreams
separating actual events from things that happened only in mind
drawing a line between possible and impossible
all ends up in a black ink

Writing in between, with an angel and a devil beside
they look at me saying
"decide which side to take, decide which bridge to burn"
it takes a lot of wisdom to choose
it takes a lot of understanding to do

Writing in between seconds and minutes
of how time takes things and how things takes time
of how time is sometimes too slow
and sometimes too fast
writing about how time has betrayed me

Writing in between good and evil
of what is angelic and sinister
of what is moral and immoral
of what is accepted and not
all written, but all don't matter

Writing in between life and death
still couldn't define what is living
still couldn't define what comes with death
writing in between inhales and exhales
grasping for words and air

If in once I dream I saw
My life before me,
I think I would turn and flee

I can imagine what I'd see,
Roaring hatred and laughter
All about me.

I could see my heart
As it flies in the air,
Each piece its own separate entity

A family torn the middle
As I cannot be understood,
Why must I be hated,
When I try to love a little.

If the past does repeat,
Then I am truly *******
As every girl before,
Left my heart for rot.

I can see myself
Putting others before me,
Stretching the chasm a bridge,
Only to be walked on
And never picked up.

Yet I'll do it time and again
The more I save the better
As even if they won't remember me,
They might never look back.

I see my future as bleak,
But better bleak than sorry
As every friend that crosses,
Lives a little more than me.

Fresh at birth
So smooth and small
Fingers with such little girth
Even as you learn to crawl

So smooth and small
No longer
Even as you learn to crawl
Your hands become stronger

No longer
As you move through life
Your hands become stronger
Pulling you through strife

As you move through life
Your hands develope
Pulling you through strife
Innocence past corrupt

Your hands develope
Touching the life of others
Innocence past corrupt
But gentle as lovers

Touching the life of others
Finding a spouce
But gentle as lovers
Love unable to douse

Finding a spouce
New hands coming to Earth
Love unable to douse
Fresh at birth

When I was young, I was afraid of many things
There was darkness
But also what came out of darkness
There was spiders and bats because, well, because.

After a little while I lost some old fears,
Picked up new ones
Like, what I'd she dosent like me?
Am I going to get that grade?

Today I realized the pointlessness of those fears
As I witnessed many face my truest fear
I quickly cast my fears aside
As only one matters now

I am not afraid to die,
But I am afraid of outliving those I love

I fear going to my brothers funeral
Seeing him one last time
I fear my mother's and Father's
I love them both so dearly

I fear loosing the one I love
Seeing the face awake next to mine no more
I fear outliving the kids I'll someday have
As no father should have to watch their child die

I fear the loss of my friends
I would be nothing without
To say it would brake me would not be enough
I would shatter and do so twice

I sat in a funeral today
Tears along with the rest
Realizing how precious
Each. Person. Is.

I praised God for the life I have
I thanked Him for my health
But I didn't pray for my protection
I pray for those I love

So no, I do not fear the dark
I fear kneeling next to the casket
Gazing at the loved one lost
And seeing their smile no more

How far can a heart stretch?

Before it ruptures and zig zag splits down the middle.

Can a heart stretch eighty nine miles?

That's already a stretch. The heart aches,

It pounds in your chest

The stretch leaves it thin,
Easy to break

But that's not far enough

My heart is over an ocean

Is Three Thousand Seven Hundred Thirty Two miles to far?

The heart would be a tight cord
A slack line over shark infested waters

A storm would engulf it at tare it apart at sea

A small wiggle would throw the whole line in waves

So I beg the question.
Is There Thousand Seven Hundred Seventy Two miles to far for a heart to stretch?

Because I don't know
I may never know

It seems that Zero miles apart may not happen.