Once there was a little bud

sprouting out of the ground.

Fresh, and new.

to this beautiful world.

Soon, it reveals itself

into a glorious rose.

Every petal splashed

with deep crimson glows.

Even with her beauty,

The rose still feels lonely.

With no one but the grass

to dance along with the wind.

Suddenly, a guest arrives;

a busy bumble bee!

He greets the rose with joy

and proceeds to make honey.

The rose is estatic.

Every day, she eagerly awaits

for the arrival of the bees,

with hummingbirds and butterflies

whom she passes time with.

What a wonderful life,

with good friends

and the best views of the world,

the rose thought.

But one day, it all changed.

No bees came to visit her.

She was confused...

didn't they enjoy the pleasure?

Day after day,

no one arrived.

She called out to the wind

And started to cry.

The rose feels weaker now.

Her petals are losing colour

Now a pale red

She's under the weather.

All she could do was wait...

wait...

wait...

Her petals are wilting

It's almost the end.

She lets out a tear

Soon, she'll be dying.

Suddenly, a familiar voice

echoed in the silence.

She looked up and saw

Her old comrade.

"Hush now rose, don't cry,"

says the bumblebee.

"Look around you,

you've created many new lives."

The rose looks around

and she sees an amazing sight;

many small buds

popping into sight.

The rose thanks the bee

with one last smile

and heaves her final breath...

A few weeks later,

the field is painted

with hundreds of pretty roses

swaying in the wind.

And when the bees arrive

along with the hummingbirds

and butterflies,

they remember the rose

that started it all.

' New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.'

– Lao Tzu

Low, deep rumbling clouds,

slide slowly across a slate-gray sky.

An occasional rush of cool winds

push and pull at what cannot be moved,

while everything else is torn away,

only to be abused

when the winds want their way.

… and you know it will rain soon.

Low, quiet thoughts,

slide slowly through your mind.

an occasional rush of a smile,

push and pull at what cannot be changed,

while everything else is torn away.

I think of all our yesterdays,

as I leave you fresh roses,

and walk away.

… and choke back the tears to follow.

*******

This one you will see again down the road

from my new collection starting soon:

Scattered Thoughts

She was all dressed up with no one to love.

her heart wrapped in the torn fabric caused by sharp jagged fingernails and poisoned lips.

her tender soul was clothed in old rags and unfinished stories.

She was all dressed up with no one to love.

with lilies blooming in the spaces between her fingers and rose thorns for tears.

her unbreakable skin soaked with disappointment and nightmares.

she was all dressed up and holding the sun in the palm of her hand… Alone.

The tear from your eye

was held on by your heart.

When love was lost,

your heart had an open spot.

Excuses motivate the growth of your tear.

Reality is what moved the emotion near.

The constant rejection from love is the start.

That causes the production of a tear

that was held on by your heart.

There he lays on his bed with only empty memories,

And fading dreams to live inside his mind.

While life lasted, everything was in the future.

He had plenty of time to make it all come true.

Every moment he thought about working on his plans

He said, “I have the rest of my life to do.”

Where there’s a will there’s a way.

With neither now his troubles lay

Right there with him in this lonely place.

As he leaves one life and enters another,

He leaves behind no marks on the lives of others.

He leaves no changes, no Memories to enjoy from past the skies.

If only we could see like the man that saw it all.

If only we would be willing to find the things that matter in the end.

But sadly, we can never know, until it is too late, what could have been.

he didn't know when he left me

that his abandonment would

create heartache that would last

a lifetime

a void unable to be filled

but that won't stop me from

trying, so i call my lover

daddy and hope he will

love me enough to stay

but how could you ever get

a man to love you enough to stay

when you're own father didn't

find it in himself?

my consciousness is always louder

than i'd like her to be

when i allow myself to hurt

i admit that it eats me up

because in my twenty-two years

of life, he didn't care enough

to watch me grow and instead he

turned me into a girl with

daddy issues

and that is not fair

because i deserve a dad

i deserved to go to the daddy-daughter

dances that my friends went to with their own

i deserved to be shown what real love from

a man looks like

i deserve to have a dad to show me what's

wrong with my car when it's making a weird sound

what i don't deserve is to feel like

less of a person because one of the people

who gave me life never cared enough

about me

on nights like this, i cry

and i hope for a day

that my heart won't ache

this way, for him

I regret nothing,

But I regret you.

Wasted winter, summer, fall, and spring.

Seasons of my life, all tainted by your blue.

It was always blue,

Even from the start.

Royal, cobalt, navy, too.

But I love the blue, just not on my heart.

Conversation all in blue,

Don’t you know I worry?

You left me on read, 12:32.

Blue caused by you, made my eyes blurry.

Sleepless nights in sheets of blue

If we’re still together,

“y do i feel like i’ve lost u?”

“idk, i just think u deserve better”

I can’t leave you with the blue,

Baby, blue is the worst.

It’s cold, but not cold enough for you.

Seems cruel but cool at first.

“u never told me u felt this blue”

My thumbs dance over the screen, not knowing what to say.

“i didn’t have to. u already knew.”

He didn’t talk to me till tuesday.

I ended things with a bubble of blue.

“i think we should end this”

“but i’m still in love with you”

I am a snake, peeling layers of myself off in bits.

Like a puppet, held back by my string.

I’m alone now, but I’m free of your blue.

I regret nothing,

But I regret you.

Dear Saddest Poem:

Tag! Your it! I’ve done it again. Tracked down the sullenest of my rhyming literary pens. What was it that drove the ink into skin? It was soon after that then yours was found to be unreasonably thin?

No one will be laughing when your anorexic alibi doesn’t hold up under scrutiny. What was your reasoning for sidelining the mutiny? And putting an end to our suffering another tumultuous tyranny. How were your words alone able to put such an unnerving fear in me? The loss of what you barely glossed over as far as I can see. Thusly this anxiety I’m experiencing doesn’t make any sense to me. Of course there’s always fear itself to fear. But I’m still here willing to lend you an ear. To get one out of me. A sentimental tear. All the fuel this ill fated one needs to get me thru another year. Until ready or not hear. I come! Where have you ran off to now pitiful one?

Signed yours truly. THE EXUBERANCE hung