I clutch a batch of roses in my hand,
given to me by a blurry face,
one whose name i cannot recall,
i know theyve hurt me,
and im forever stuck with them,
and the stupid roses that wont die.
the thorns prick my hands,
my hands drip blood,
i couldnt un-clutch the roses,
the pain was sharp, like a needle
i could feel it course through my veins,
and the tears welling in my eyes
like a child would after dropping a toy
but why would i cry over something i was letting hurt me?
pathetic old me,
the roses sat clutched in my hands tightly.
i took a deep breath,
and my hands unclutched,
as the thorns slowly came out of my skin
i sighed out of relief, the tears still pricking my eyes,
and now i could see blood coming from the holes the thorns had poked.
it would take forever to heal from this.
Categories:
unclutched, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: I do not know?
Into love’s open arms, you and I once did fall.
Just a memory cherished, I recall it all.
It’s all so vivid in my mind.
Exactly like a dream, difficult to find.
Your words were like a beautiful melody,
I wouldn’t mind listening to them over and over again.
I was so sure that you and I were meant to be, a destiny.
With you, I never had to worry about any pain.
The rose you gave me on Valentine’s Day,
It still bloomed in my heart, never to decay.
The chocolates you gave me remain untouched,
The thought of you and I was still unreal, unclutched.
In those lovely moments, my happiness was through the roof.
But as the seasons change, you did too.
A distance grew between our love, that was once true.
You walked ahead, further, and not by my side.
I asked if you’re okay, you said “just thinking.”
Little did I know, your love for me was shrinking.
Unfortunately, in the end, our love’s memory lingers, though love itself has fled.
Categories:
unclutched, crush, cute love, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
Do not stretch out your hand for everything you see
For evil is the eye that makes your tongue seek
A delicious, diverse platter better left untouched
To allow you peaceful slumber and a tummy unclutched.
Let not your tongue hang out for the tasty display
And have you elbowing diners out of the way
For a little bit of honey is enough to nourish the soul
Than have you sleepless and vomiting the consumed bowl.
Look at all that food, says the glutton to himself
As he serves the variety on the large dish spread
Doesn’t the glutton know that wakefulness over food
Would do him greater harm than the food consumed?
For nobody is fond of the greedy man’s eye
Nor do they long for the tongue that cries
For the platter of delicacies laid for a king
Unless he is mindful, women will take wings.
Categories:
unclutched, character, culture, education, food,
Form: Rhyme
It has gone on for far too long.
Lightning will smite me for my wrong.
On my honor, I gave all that I could,
Vicious fate will still get me; I knew that it would.
Even now, you gaze at me with shimmering eyes;
Yearning, I hide from those azure skies.
Open arms forced to stay at each side,
Unworthy Casanova, swallow love as pride!
Kindness that I never deserved, shall soon depart-
Run away! Run far from this fool’s heart.
Instead of your man, I could be your brother,
Somehow then fall as dumbly for another
Touch you, I will not; never as I am touched,
Ever in your hand a heart lays unclutched,
Nevermore to care, roaming directionless and hurt.
Only one can tell why I hold you close to me,
Bringer of my sorry end, a light I cannot see.
Raging passion held behind exhausted eyes,
In a prison so deep you cannot hear its cries.
Enchanting, your smile makes a pulse stop still.
Not even I could destroy my love, nothing ever will
Categories:
unclutched, loveme,
Form: Rhyme
Jeva wonder while yer out there
searching thru yer thoughts an feelins
Whether they were all your voices
or someone elses Sung in rhyme
The only place y’ve ever bin
where time and space collide
where far horizons swoop s’ near
and you can almost hold the words
the thoughts
divine
As dizzily y’ senses reelin’
y’ swing to dance to laughing pipes
Fade into the sleeping forest drinkin’ in y’ dreams
Some folk like us are oft described
as touched
I hope y’ liked this soft caress
Unclutched
still free to soar
Delight
There will be more
Categories:
unclutched, introspection, thank you, visionary,
Form: Free verse