Black RoseBlack Rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found the rose in early September
The petals were ruby red and
it had the most beautiful stem.
It gave me just what I was lacking
The rose's warmth filled my every pore
down to my heart's core.
A dead heart began to beat once more.
I desired that rose and I almost picked it.
But I stopped and walked away.
In my absence another found the rose,
by the time I returned, it was gone.
I learned that day that even
the most delicate roses have thorns.
Now when I think of it I no longer think
of it as a red rose
I only see a Black Rose.
What Is Life?Life is a spark that is inextinguishable and it goes on.What Is Life?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a river it has twists and turns.
It's an explosion of passion, rage, and lust rolled into one.
It's beauty is unrivaled .
It can be as horrifying as death.
It's warm like fire
but can be cold as ice .
With Nature at its helm
there is no telling where