9 Years
There's a rose wilting in my window.
Everyday,
I come home
And look at that rose.
That rose—wilting.
Wilting away,
Along with everything I've worked for.
9 years.
One half of a life.
Devoted towards a single cause.
A cause that will never be met.
Because 16 months.
It only took 16 months.
But what is 16 months,
To 9 years?
To 18 years?
For me,
It was the end.
And that end is a rose.
An object of beauty and wonder,
Slowly transforming,
Into something hideous.
What I'd give up,
Just to be that rose.
Again.
Darren
I am strong,
An oak tree
I am strong
My branches stretch far
My roots run deep
And I am strong.
It is in the flesh of me that i am strong
Where it dwells in the cells and the cellulose
I am a series of chains, chains upon chains
And though I am chains
I am freer than you will ever be
For I have drawn my own map
For I am reaching for the world's sun
For With my my strong arms
And strong roots
And centralized system of chains
I will be your bridge
Between soil and sky
Mermaid In The Bathtub
You're working late,
And I'm alone on
This old floral couch.
It happens all the time.
This is just reality.
But I remember when
Reality was a lot brighter.
When we had Santa, mermaids,
And Neverland adventures.
When the worst fights we had
Were about the clubhouse
In your back yard and who
Got to eat the raspberries
From the bush across the street.
When did I stop
Believing in fairy tales?
Since when did money
Trump my dreams?
Let's build pillow forts
And watch cartoons.
Let's pretend for a second
That we'll find a mermaid
Hiding in the bathtub,
And that Santa will bring
The ammo for your .308,
Just like you asked for.
Let's pretend we're still okay.
bonjour
As I write this, I'm walking along the Seine... well, not really.
I write, and I read. I think most of the time I read more than I write. Not sure actually. Anyway. A year ago I quit my job to be a writer, six months ago I got a new job. Ironic. Life is ironic, isn't it? Well, I'm currently taking a Masters in English Literature.
I'm new here, and I've been reading your pieces - I want to thank you for your words, you are all so talented.
Let's not be far. Let's live longer. Longer and deeper.
Nice to meet you!
PS: I'm not French, and I don't speak French. But the Seine is beautiful.