Spring comes around every so often
to flaunt her beauty and new life
peeking through the budding branches.Summer takes the reins from there,
and runs with wild abandon
down sunny shores and city blocks.Fall creeps in and cools her brow
to calm her fear of coming death
of the life she helped to bring.Winter breathes his icy storm,
and everything it grazes wilts;
the new is gone, leaving only morbid silence.
Spring comes around every so often
to flaunt her beauty and new life
peeking through the budding branches.
Summer takes the reins from there,
and runs with wild abandon
down sunny shores and city blocks.
Fall creeps in and cools her brow
to calm her fear of coming death
of the life she helped to bring.
Winter breathes his icy storm,
and everything it grazes wilts;
the new is gone, leaving only morbid silence.
Flower that paints my back,
covered in scars from that summer
when I couldn’t smile because you left
and I was so sick my face wouldn’t move.
The ink in my skin is infused with memories
of you and your reckless ways
that somehow seduced me into lust,
then love when you decided to go away.Flower that paints my back
holds more than she will ever know.
When I see her in the mirror, I see you,
and I think of my purple hair and your raspy tunes
aided by booze and mary jane; your voice
carries in my brain whether I like it or not
when I see her planted there, forever in bloom,
forever ripe with memories of you.
I earned the title of toy
during those hot summer months
in my bikini at the local pool
where I basked in the sun solely
for your viewing pleasure.
I worked out my tired body until
it hurt to walk
or even move.
I starved myself skinny
so you could admire my bones
peeking through my tanned skin.
I lived only for your satisfaction,
for your so-called love
and for what?
Flower that paints my back,
covered in scars from that summer
when I couldn’t smile because you left
and I was so sick my face wouldn’t move.
The ink in my skin is infused with memories
of you and your reckless ways
that somehow seduced me into lust,
then love when you decided to go away.
Flower that paints my back
holds more than she will ever know.
When I see her in the mirror, I see you,
and I think of my purple hair and your raspy tunes
aided by booze and mary jane; your voice
carries in my brain whether I like it or not
when I see her planted there, forever in bloom,
forever ripe with memories of you.
That summer when we ran wild
through this sleepy town
we shook it so hard, all the trees
lost their leaves before autumn,
and the clouds dropped from the sky
to lay a fog before our eyes
completing the illusion that love is blind.
Phoenix
A new girl was born that summer,
that fateful summer you gave me life
and killed me. She rose from the ashes
from a small speck of flickering fire
that somehow made it through
the holocaust; she was born again
through the ashes we created.
She was a child birthed of summer love.
Lying with you at 4am, hand in hand,
the lights still on because we vowed to
the gods of summer we would not sleep.Instead, as percussive rain beats steadily on the roof
in time with your raspy story-telling voice,
my eager ears await the life lessons
you have to offer them.
Lying with you at 4am, hand in hand,
the lights still on because we vowed to
the gods of summer we would not sleep.
Instead, as percussive rain beats steadily on the roof
in time with your raspy story-telling voice,
my eager ears await the life lessons
you have to offer them.
