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-more poems- WILTED ROSE I am a wilted rose petal who is falling to the ground. I wonder why my silky soft texture died and dried. I hear wind whistling past my ears, ringing through me. I see the world viciously grinning as I fall so helplessly and so delicately tortured. I want to be lively, full, and pulsating with joy upon the rose I once helped make. I am a wilted rose petal who is falling to the ground. I pretend I am winning a race while twisting, turning, and blowing around the whole way down. I feel the ground growing closer with each gust of wind. I touch the very tips of the green grass; the last warning before I hit the mud, dust, or whatever lies beneath. I worry about rotting away into the depths of the Earth; not standing out upon the sky of blue, but being mangled, dissolved and decayed into one big ignored element. I cry while the sharp tips of thin needle-like grass blades poke and turn me this way and that. I am a wilted rose petal who is falling to the ground. I understand why my time has come, why I must now become part of the Earth again, although it still worries me so. I say nothing of the ‘what if’ and only of the ‘what will come.’ I dream of my next life in which I shall awaken with a rich, black, fur coat and stalk my prey in the still of silenced nights. I try to live in the fantasy of my next life, almost feeling my tongue as it smoothes down my coat. I hope my dreams of my future life will one day be true. I am a wilted rose petal who is falling to the ground. -Julie Ferguson- She wondered through the broken forest Painting everything in a coat of sugar Smiles would shine bright through her day And that was always her way But now her days have darkened -does she not see the pain in her own eyes? The smiles have been ripped apart -does she not taste the bitter-sweet blood Flowing like a waterfall? Her sugar coating was not enough -does she not feel the memories clawing at her head? Her world is slowly decaying away -does she truly think everything’s so bad? I will say it once Maybe I’ll say it twice But for the sake of her beautiful smiles to shine And her world to taste like a sweet sugar coated forest again I pray she’ll spread her wings and fly Fly out of the fantasy she’s come to desire It is all a lie It is not the light It is not her life If she would only see See everything real that surrounds her She would know She could dump out her paint -for her world is already sugar coated She could dump out her fake smiles -for her world is too happy a place to frown in She couldn’t dwell in her hell -because she’s already broken free To be who she was meant to be If only I could make her see I could stay to make it true But once I leave If she finally does see All that will be in front of her Will be the broken forest That haunted her dreams And forever will I finally left I finally broke free I’m sorry it had to end that way But I guess that’s just how it had to be I know your world crumbled You’re shattered in the mess I’ve handed you your broom So please clean up this place I’ve shed too many tears To cry for you anymore We’ve grown apart over the year Now it’s all turned into a sore I need to sow this hole shut I don’t mean to trap you in At least I gave you your broom So you will find a way Maybe some day You’ll learn to spread your wings and fly But until you ever learn The hole must stay shut And forever it will stay While you are still that way I’ve said sorry so many times If I say it once more The whole world will burst Maybe then it would make it to yours What would it be for? If it had to burst my world To get through to yours I am not sorry anymore I will not come knocking at your door I will not mop away your tears But you have the broom— So please, do what you need How this ever happened I will not know Did my feet stumble And I was thrust onto the wrong path? Was I attracted to all this madness? The filthy world filled with depression? Was it Briana who stumbled? And I followed her along, Like a sick puppy lost and trapped all alone? However it happened I want out I never meant to end up like this I want my spider-web of thoughts wiped clean I want straight A’s I want my world to sparkles I want scar-free skin I want to fit in I want to be loved And I want to love I can’t stand this anymore Glass is everywhere I go I can’t step there Or it will crumble I can’t say that Or it will bleed Glass is everywhere I go It’s all too fragile, It’s all about to fall It’s all been laid upon me If I move It will follow If I leave it It will crumble But each day I continue to paint on a smile Each day I take it all I laugh with it all And I hug it to myself As if it’s the most precious thing in the world Although, I know the truth Each day I go home And I can’t take it It’s ripping at me It’s making me rip at myself Post a comment in response: |
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