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Flower Rade Poem
The corners of his pink lips bow into a grin that sent a spark to burst into colors in the dark hole of a heart I had. He lit me up like a lantern on the dark, gloomy path to forever. Blissly in love I had fallen for him, yet so dangerously in love I had fallen to him. His name indefinitely glued to the tip of my tongue no matter what.
A butterfly named Happiness used my heart as a trampoline when he was around. My life had been painted in the vibrancy of cerise. As rich as the scarlet that dripped through the veins of fresh roses.
My insides were clogged with the thought of him, him, him and him. Did I forget to mention him? I did? Him. There seemed to be no more room for other thoughts, why have I feel so love with him? He radiated all the colors of the rainbow, and I was addicted to tasting them. He loved to bring me a new bouquet of happiness everytime we met. I had been inprisoned with the thought of him.
Like the layers of a deep ocean, was my heart. So deep light couldn't penetrate. But how did he manage?
Like a moth to a flame I was captured by the joy he brung with his precense. His hair streaked with tones of light chestnut and strands of platinum. His eyes which would form angelic crecents with his illusorily magnificent smiles. I remembered him all the way down to the deliciously scrumptious aroma that kissed my nostrils everytime he embraced me.
"I love you." He told me everytime saw me.
I love him, "he's gone."
No; but I love him, "he's gone."
I will always love him, "he's gone."
Every since the death of him, My mind and I fought every night with a battle I liked to call Sanity. Sanity was mine, but my mind didn't think so. Sanity kept me alive, but my mind didnt think so.
This particular night, my mind has won the battle and celebrated the victory with an overdose on morphine. It celebrated the victory all the way through my veins to the cavernous ribcage that embraced my heart, all the way through my bloodstream until I kissed breath goodbye.
//Im just practicing my creativity, don't mind me.//
Copyright © Flower Rade | Year Posted 2015
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Flower Rade Poem
The coldness of a lost loved one attacks like a parched lion on a late afternoon. It lurks and looms within me. It carves its way into the depths of my locked delight and take from me my ounce of life. Breath hitched, an anxious heart drained of vitality, quivering lips, arms that grope for absent comfort, silent eyes glossed in sorrow.. This is what the lost of a loved one feels like to me. This lion named Depression sunk its claws of excruciating misery into my ovaries, in rich crimson, spills my innocent joy. Everywhere I look, it is painted a dreary blue. I cant see the rest of the magnicifent hues, why, they have been locked from me. The lion has snatched it from me along with my ability to crack a sincere smile.
Hollow is my insides now as the lion's ivory fangs feasts on it greedilly, it leaves a black void that will never again be able to be filled with emotion.
I lay in a pool of scarlet that was once my happiness.
Copyright © Flower Rade | Year Posted 2015
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Flower Rade Poem
Within the bright cerulean lit skys, a ball of innocent happiness emits from the murky clouds. It's happiness melts onto what we call earth and it milks the darkness of its pride. It drains the shadows of its slumber and provides radiant warm to the thirsty fields. It announces its precense through sheer rays in our window pane. Golden, it is, indeed. On low souls it subconsciously lifts, and burns its way into our hearts.
Sun.
Copyright © Flower Rade | Year Posted 2015
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