Post by Eclipse on Feb 6, 2004 18:40:43 GMT -5
The Roses and The Ocean 2-5-04
Sweet sparkles taunting silently,
Whispering: “Princess, dance with me.”
Do not tempt me with your offers.
For I long to feel the fabric;
To hear the cool whispering of cobalt silk,
Across the unforgiven flesh.
Oh, to adorn myself in bitter-sweetened torture.
Naked to the unapproving eyes.
As they traverse the road maps of my pain,
Taking a journey through my history.
Just another “youth’s troubled past”.
I lost myself while looking,
And if I were to find me here again,
Let shame collapse my breath,
And self-pity be my destruction.
But darkened roses, ebony and wild:
Do not invite me to join your frozen waltz.
Let me burn in peace.
And hopefully, I can be reborn.
With phoenix grace and majesty.
To dress me in such finery.
Bathing my body in the blue,
Of a mighty ocean,
With the waves and contours,
Matching the rhythm of my feet.
And with a liberated heart,
I could twirl on my toes,
With the ocean a whirlpool around me.
And black roses will sprout from my hips;
Smothering me in a thorny embrace.
As vines and leaves confine me,
Entwining around my waist.
And maybe for the moment,
My audience won’t see,
Intimidated uncertainty,
That’s commanding my expression.
Like the disgrace I chose to wear.
And maybe when I cannot see:
The past can be forgotten.
Sweet sparkles taunting silently,
Whispering: “Princess, dance with me.”
Do not tempt me with your offers.
For I long to feel the fabric;
To hear the cool whispering of cobalt silk,
Across the unforgiven flesh.
Oh, to adorn myself in bitter-sweetened torture.
Naked to the unapproving eyes.
As they traverse the road maps of my pain,
Taking a journey through my history.
Just another “youth’s troubled past”.
I lost myself while looking,
And if I were to find me here again,
Let shame collapse my breath,
And self-pity be my destruction.
But darkened roses, ebony and wild:
Do not invite me to join your frozen waltz.
Let me burn in peace.
And hopefully, I can be reborn.
With phoenix grace and majesty.
To dress me in such finery.
Bathing my body in the blue,
Of a mighty ocean,
With the waves and contours,
Matching the rhythm of my feet.
And with a liberated heart,
I could twirl on my toes,
With the ocean a whirlpool around me.
And black roses will sprout from my hips;
Smothering me in a thorny embrace.
As vines and leaves confine me,
Entwining around my waist.
And maybe for the moment,
My audience won’t see,
Intimidated uncertainty,
That’s commanding my expression.
Like the disgrace I chose to wear.
And maybe when I cannot see:
The past can be forgotten.
