a rose coloured poem
i wanted to give you a rose today
but i clasped the thorny stalk so hard
my hands started to bleed
and the stalk broke
and the petals rotted as they hit the ground
and the scent wafted away
and all i have left
are the thorns in my flesh
April 24th, 2008 at 8:55 am
this very visual,beautiful
April 25th, 2008 at 3:53 am
very powerful poem. visual and tactile sensation congeal into rigor mortis.
April 25th, 2008 at 7:33 am
vanitas
April 26th, 2008 at 12:15 am
Simple, yes. Effective, yes.