The Falling of a Flower
By Meredith Saunders
Her face flushed scarlet,
irritated by streams of salt-laced tears.
Leaden skies and raindrops
are the only friends whose ears will hear.
A puerile heart feels a loss,
its shattered pieces never to heal.
Screaming, empty eyes,
the pain unable to be concealed.
"Maybe we should just be friends?"
This love was love that was not.
The trees were teasing her now,
when the warmth of arms was all that she sought.
Oh, my valentine, my amour,
now it is up to this bullet to consol,
These rain clouds will understand,
the want for the loss of a soul.
When the real danger is silence,
And that broken instrument stops,
A puerile heart feels a loss,
As her pink carnation drops.
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Portrait
By Meredith Saunders
If I were an artist, I'd paint you lonely
The taste of wet salts being your soul comfort,
Cursing the signature of your lies,
Dripping like honey,
If only to damn the sweet.
The fear of masks, engulfed by leaden walls,
December chills that are forever,
Tell me,
Do you,
Think me,
Clever?
The daisies charcoaled,
On your ghastly boundaries,
Were they ever to be colored?
Scarlet,
Ebony,
Rotten death.
The pallet of your portrait.
To dismember you piece by piece,
Stained,
Auburn strands,
Didn't I tell you-
Reject,
All color?
The plucking of soulless eyes,
Your soul
a cyst.
Are you glad I'm not an artist?
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The Expressions of Procelain (Unfinished)
The cold washes over me,
the ice in your eyes is chilling.
If you could sing me a lullaby,
the lies in your voice, would they subside?
What is with this frigid atmosphere,
Perfect beauty, a world filled hate.
A cold embrace touches my heart,
about as much as your disdain.
A beautiful lesson,
in these expressions,
what do you want from me?
The life in your eyes I never see.....
This wasn't meant for you,
I wasn't ever through.
Constantly debating, what were you saying?
Distant hearts never touch...does it really hurt that much?
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The first poem was a poetry assignment last year for Valentine's Day (Its a love poem...great eh?)
The second was an experimental piece with non-fixed poetry.
The third are lyrics I wrote my early freshaman yera sthat I never finished.