Thousands of rivers, lakes, and streams
Accompany it's forests
And the only reason to be mad,
Must be insanity
The only way to reach this place
Is not across hill and under tree
But you must surrender to it
Do it's will with pride
For this enchanting place, is love
Spring
The smell of earth
More signs of birth
The dawning of Spring.
Snow melts
And the joyous sun triumphs
All is adorned in beauty.
Willows unfurl silky branches
Flowers tip up their crowned heads.
All is at peace
New harmony is born
For it is Spring.
Wind Dance
You blow away the tears
Leave my mind aflutter
Disrupted like genius death
Yet freed so spectacularly
My life feels full once more
It's time to dance my last
I lie in you substance
Soak into my soul
Soon it shall be too late
Yet the fragments so true
Shall be remembered all well
Like the winds triumphant dance
St. Valentines Day Masacre
Love fills the heart, to such an extent
It feels fit to burst
Yet somehow in a good way
And then it does
And unrequited love fills the empty spaces
Like spores filling the air
And Days of importance
-Days of rememberance
Come along
And Valentines Day comes along
And the one thing your supposed to celebrate
Is broken and scarred
-And killed
And all because of love
And all because of celebration
Like a masacre of your entire life at once.
When the only things left to celebrate
Are enevitable death, and lost love
And they're one in the same.
Tears
Sometimes I think I could happily die
Just by tasting a single tear.
It doesn't feel bad, or poisoned in the least
But there's more than meets what falls from the eye.
There is so much pain
Loves lost and found,
And found but unable to be taken
And all these exist within me
Truly ready to explode out.
But no shrapnel
No explosion,
Just tiny tears streaming down
Not enough to even drown
Yet they somehow drown your soul.
Nothing so simple could hurt so much
The concentration must be that to kill,
So I shall drink a single tear.
And all the pain
Will arise much more
Not having the eye to shield it's power,
And I shall die
And I shall cry-
no more.
The Flower Images courtesy of the Santalady
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