My ex who kept stalking me came to my doorway.
Please forgive me he said.
I handed him a bouquet and said
I will love you till the last flower dies.
He looked at the bouquet and said
But the flowers are already dead.
I answered...
Exactly.
About the Creator
Rose
I am a dedicated writer whose work delves into the depths of human emotion and experience with a unique voice and an eye for detail.
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Fiction
Parallel Protests
I haven't written for quite some time, but I have A LOT of thoughts about yesterday's protest rally against our government's involvement and complicity in America's war on Iran, on the harbourside of my home city Bristol, and I need to put them somewhere. My gorgeous girlfriend is always a loving and listening ear and sharing it all with her will always be a healthy and happy way of processing the mental and emotional weight, but getting it straight in my brain to share means writing it all down in straight lines, so, here we are and thanks for being here.
By Steph Cole6 days ago in The Swamp
Comments (2)
A meaningful poem, reflects the qualities of a good poet.
Nice flower