Hopeless Ardor
Vines in between my palms
Clouded the thoughts of an unattainable scheme
Accompany a seemingly harmless pirouette
crashing to the tear soaked floor
Touch like hellfires thorns
This goodwill, is the wellness even good?
My melancholy soul that yearns for paramore
Attachment that I can’t unleash
A hopeless ardor is all it will be
Yellow tulips taste bitter sweet
No honey or roses can swallow me whole
Refutation is no longer a course
Acknowledging the impossible
Forget-me-not do the stings whisper
Amaranthus leaves my endeavor to bleed
While my tongue is dripped in nightshade
But these hands that grasp fern and foxglove
Willpower is strong but so is the harebells bond
The sweet ecstacy is drowning me
some hydrangea when you need to breath
Even with each little rip
The bouquets are growing quicker
Each scream and tear is too much to bear
I desire a return with daphne odora
This hemlock will be the death of me
A hopeless adror is all it comes to
As I sniff the galega and eglantine
In the meantime I’ll serenade myself with rose buds
As I think in pink carnations
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Writing is a passion that I harbor in a bottle too often. It's hard for me to express my words out in the open with out stuttering, or losing what I want to say. For me, poems capture what the heart can't say out loud. Poetry helps those thoughts become heard and I am more than willing to hear others as well.
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