Poems from Jaemak1
There is no freedom from it
Even in white lilies and organ music
There is makeup on her embalmed face
And men leering over an oak casket...
You suffer the dark
so you might provide light
what you give, tenebrous monarch,
to the creatures of the night
A warm reflection born of...
All I ever did was give you everything I had to give
The Flower, just a sprout
I let you hold my budding heart
Those petals were promises...
Oh mother, sweet, kind.
A farce of true compassion.
I'm your diary.
Can I be your dog?
Fed a bowl of cigarettes
in the stale morning,
bowl of you at night.
I'll wag my tail when you're home,
follow you...