bitterrosebrokenspear

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

In my restless dreams I am plagued

By the revelations brought about,

When your flock finds in me that which is crooked,

They will take me, gently, to be pressed neatly upon the hot iron,

And fixed, straightened into proper form.

My body, gnarled and crooked, will be flattened down,

Hollow, an empty vessel that can hold nothing,

not even You.

I pray, let this bitter cup pass,

And keep me to the shadows of the night,

Where the watchful eye of the Moon may gaze upon me,

And the golden rays of the Sun might touch me,

But suffer not my secret to be told aloud.

If it is a sin, let it be mine alone to bear.

#poetry #mine #personal

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

Last night I visited you in the dead of night.

You had offered your house to me, as always.

I stepped inside, timid and afraid,

Fearing I would burn in your presence.

But when the purple clouds parted and you showed your face to me,

I did not burn,

It did not sting,

It did not hurt,

To feel you close,

Even inside me,

I felt at peace.

I whispered, “If you are there, guide me to you,”

You did not speak, only smiled gently at me.

Maybe I was wrong to be afraid of you.

Perhaps it was not you, but your children, the wolves, who burned me.

I will meet you at your place again, O Sun.

#my writing #poetry #wip

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

Your sheep have become wolves set upon me

To sniff me out and find all that is crooked

They look to tear me limb from limb

And reshape me into a thing worthy of you

They have been awakened to the smell of blood

And so they hunger for my flesh

I only begged for solitude and peace

So why? Why must my own create war.

#my writing #poetry

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

You have made me a thing only you can love.

For I am truly a wicked and wretched thing,

But one who, all the same, is yours.

There is no one on this earth who can love me.

The stars do not shine with me,

And the moon no longer smiles upon me.

I have sunk further into the shadows of the dusk

Unable to entrust my heart to anyone.

Yes, you did make me this way,

A thing that only you can love.

You call it a blessing, but I consider it a curse.

#my writing #poetry

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

Was I the night-blooming jasmine? Or pretending to be a sunflower?

And still I fear I’m pretending to blossom by the night

Are these stars my own? Do they shine for me?

All plants need the sun, but some flowers bloom by the moon.

My feet stand in two worlds,

I live by both the sun and moon,

Divided, and yet whole,

But still I fear it is all a ruse

#my writing #poetry #no i will not elaborate

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

I don’t know how to make a book of poetry I’d just slap down some shit I wrote to a publisher with the free verse on top and sonnets in the middle like a pill wrapped in a little bit of cheese and those fuckers are gonna slap it together and I’ll call it something like “The Sun, The Moon, And All The Stars,”

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

O Sun, up in the highest

Reaches of the sky

You see me ever clearly

But if I gaze at you

You’ll burn my eyes.

From the tender age of two,

I belonged to the day,

And always, you watched me

From so far away

And I loved you, and you loved me,

Though you would burn my skin,

And pierce my eyes,

And penetrate my thoughts,

And never let me look upon you.

Why?

In these days where I am shut away,

The days and nights blur,

And I hid from you

Where you could not see me.

But now I question

Why did you burn me

And call it love?

Why did you gaze upon me

And burn my eyes when I gazed back?

Why, if all is yours,

Do you not claim what is dark?

I sleep in the day

And run through the night,

Where you cannot look at me.

I look to the moon,

And her light

Is but a fraction of yours.

It is gentle and cool,

And bathes the earth in sweetness,

There’s nothing harsh or burning

In this light.

My eyes adjust to the darkness,

And I see clearer than before,

I have a newfound confidence,

A place to be secure.

Under the moon’s gentleness,

I see something new,

A love in myself that the sun’s blinding light

Hid from my view.

#poetry #my writing #wip #you get points if you see the pun at the beginning

[bitterrosebrokenspear]

I made this stupid sideblog for a reason and then completely forgot it existed.

Anyway this is where I’m putting all my dumb poetry and aesthetic posts.