Rose War
Beauty layered upon the disguise of death.
A sound everyone fears to hear, in the shadow of a rose,
Whispers of things desired more by the rejection.
As tomorrow looks like the desolation of the thorn,
Lost on the stem, his mind wanders alone.
The angst inside of a gentle man,
Provides for the lost love stories of today.
Torn apart by the distance of hearts,
One heart red, while the other lies dead,
Still beating, just no longer feeling.
The joys and memories of a day untouched,
Bring upon the rise of the black sun.
A war left unimpeded, leaving those bleeding.
Desire left in the trench, souls face down in the mud.
A search for something wanted, but left undone.
The weary and weak, place their hopes in sleep.
A dream that these lost love stories will someday be found
In the shadow of a withered and dying rose.
Well I finally sort of broke out of my brief writers block last night during film class and finished off the poem just now, however I'm not sure if I like the title or not and thanks to Nate for his wonderful suggestions of "Boner", "guns n' roses fight with their wrists will jesus hammers his hand" and "The Life and Times of A Groundhog" you truly are an inspiration and for those reading this who aren't Nate Mantini, he suggested these titles before reading the poem. I'd like to talk about some other stuff but maybe I'll leave it for another update in a day or two cause I'd rather have the poem be the focus of this post more than anything else. I began writing it while watching Roberto Rossellini's "Rome, Open City" which is based on the Italian subversives working against the Germans.
Well for some reason my comment system no longer is working so I shall have to try and get a new one setup and then I'll try and fix this problem.
A sound everyone fears to hear, in the shadow of a rose,
Whispers of things desired more by the rejection.
As tomorrow looks like the desolation of the thorn,
Lost on the stem, his mind wanders alone.
The angst inside of a gentle man,
Provides for the lost love stories of today.
Torn apart by the distance of hearts,
One heart red, while the other lies dead,
Still beating, just no longer feeling.
The joys and memories of a day untouched,
Bring upon the rise of the black sun.
A war left unimpeded, leaving those bleeding.
Desire left in the trench, souls face down in the mud.
A search for something wanted, but left undone.
The weary and weak, place their hopes in sleep.
A dream that these lost love stories will someday be found
In the shadow of a withered and dying rose.
Well I finally sort of broke out of my brief writers block last night during film class and finished off the poem just now, however I'm not sure if I like the title or not and thanks to Nate for his wonderful suggestions of "Boner", "guns n' roses fight with their wrists will jesus hammers his hand" and "The Life and Times of A Groundhog" you truly are an inspiration and for those reading this who aren't Nate Mantini, he suggested these titles before reading the poem. I'd like to talk about some other stuff but maybe I'll leave it for another update in a day or two cause I'd rather have the poem be the focus of this post more than anything else. I began writing it while watching Roberto Rossellini's "Rome, Open City" which is based on the Italian subversives working against the Germans.
Well for some reason my comment system no longer is working so I shall have to try and get a new one setup and then I'll try and fix this problem.
