Caryschah
10-08-2005, 08:35 PM
okay this is my first actual post here *nervous*
I'm fairly new into this sort of writing (okay i don't even know if this falls under the category "General writing" but i hope so...? *laughs*) and this is my first try at this.
Generally I take the topic "roses" into almost all of my writings cause it always symbolizes something different for me.
These are only small things and like I said, the first ones I've ever written in this kind of Style <3
(oh and i think there are a few grammar/language mistakes thrown in there.. i'm sorry ^^;;)
STAINS
The cross I hold in my hands.
The vow that binds us. Everything falling apart and yet i have the feeling as if everything is just an illusion.
You reach out but i don't want to touch you.
The cross in my hands. Falls. Forgotten. Unimportant. Nonexsitent.
A vow, invisible to others, but oh so clear for me and you. Can't you see it? The blood that drips down your eyes? It's as if it is everywhere.
An unspeaken promise of this one place, this one time where we still understand each other.
Can't I dream? Even if everything is in front of me... so clear yet so unreal.
You reach for it and hold it. Take it away, away, away ... So that i don't have to face the sins i've comitted anymore.
Though you want to save me, you hurt me. The red blood - like roses spread out onto the large bed - fills my vision.
Is it me crying? Is it you crying? Or are these stains just what we already had but just didn't notice?
Thorns, everywhere. Around you, around me as if it is closing us in, letting us face the unavoidable. However, I don't want to. Let me be, let this cross be forgetten and leave these stains on the sheet like this.
Don't bother, don't care. Just take it away and never return again with it.
So that I may finally find my peace alone.
MASKS
A memory, something so important. Lying here on the ground as if it was just forgotten.
Noone cares, noone bothers and noone wants to notice.
The red rose, glaring and dying. As if being traped inside of its thorns. Wants to get free... useless.
Is it hating? Is it suffering? Or doesn't it care.
All these walls, pretending like all these masks on their faces. Pretending and not seeing, though they can't avoid the truth.
Are you this blind? Hiding behind these false smiles, these lies which form your life?
And the rose is asking but doesn't get answers. It withers and withers... until it's dead.
So soon forgotten and nowhere missed.
While it's the only one whose mask has been unfolded in the end.
Finally.
THORNS
Dark brown eyes. Staring right at me.
As if digging through my mind, leaving me nude and helpless.
So you want to know what i think? This confident smile. Did it help you? Never questioned, never thought of wrong.
This i vow.
And forever it be.
So are your words, spilling from those bloodred lips, a lie like everything else? Is this sweet scent i smell just the contrary i want to believe?
And I watch you and your pupils widen though your face is calm.
Do you like roses?
They're as red as your lips. Do they feel like your lips?
if yes then i know that you are also hurting myself, just like those thorns.
They laugh at me, bully me and mock me with their feelings.
And you look at me and you say nothing. Nothing at all.
You smile vanishs, just like that.
Have they hurt you? Just like they did me?
Or are you now finally aware that your lips, red as roses, also have thorns on them...?
TRUST
Being hurt and being left alone. Isn't this the normal life?
From deep within a hurted heart, a single rose blossoms.
Waiting for trust to come again.
Fake smiles and falling flower petals, showering the sky with dark clouds everywhere.
So why don't you laugh? And forget all of this.
The clock turns, hour by hour your waiting becomes restless.
Did you forget already...?
The feeling you once had which you fear now the most.
As if it is burning inside your soul, eating away the only thing that remained.
"Destroy, destroy it with everything you've got. Just take this from me again. Like you did all the time without me realizing it."
And still the hope is there. Leaving you hanging, crying, begging.
Something you search, something you'll never find again.
Did you lose yourself? In the sea of weeping flowers?
Didn't they caress you with their petals just so that you thought you're safe?
But what if those flowers have thorns and they hurt and sting and from this precious caress... it draws blood.
You realize - it isn't wise.
Trusting without being aware.
Trusting without knowing the truth.
So let me see your smile
Cause it's the only thing you didn't lose in the waves of hurt and loneliness.
I'm fairly new into this sort of writing (okay i don't even know if this falls under the category "General writing" but i hope so...? *laughs*) and this is my first try at this.
Generally I take the topic "roses" into almost all of my writings cause it always symbolizes something different for me.
These are only small things and like I said, the first ones I've ever written in this kind of Style <3
(oh and i think there are a few grammar/language mistakes thrown in there.. i'm sorry ^^;;)
STAINS
The cross I hold in my hands.
The vow that binds us. Everything falling apart and yet i have the feeling as if everything is just an illusion.
You reach out but i don't want to touch you.
The cross in my hands. Falls. Forgotten. Unimportant. Nonexsitent.
A vow, invisible to others, but oh so clear for me and you. Can't you see it? The blood that drips down your eyes? It's as if it is everywhere.
An unspeaken promise of this one place, this one time where we still understand each other.
Can't I dream? Even if everything is in front of me... so clear yet so unreal.
You reach for it and hold it. Take it away, away, away ... So that i don't have to face the sins i've comitted anymore.
Though you want to save me, you hurt me. The red blood - like roses spread out onto the large bed - fills my vision.
Is it me crying? Is it you crying? Or are these stains just what we already had but just didn't notice?
Thorns, everywhere. Around you, around me as if it is closing us in, letting us face the unavoidable. However, I don't want to. Let me be, let this cross be forgetten and leave these stains on the sheet like this.
Don't bother, don't care. Just take it away and never return again with it.
So that I may finally find my peace alone.
MASKS
A memory, something so important. Lying here on the ground as if it was just forgotten.
Noone cares, noone bothers and noone wants to notice.
The red rose, glaring and dying. As if being traped inside of its thorns. Wants to get free... useless.
Is it hating? Is it suffering? Or doesn't it care.
All these walls, pretending like all these masks on their faces. Pretending and not seeing, though they can't avoid the truth.
Are you this blind? Hiding behind these false smiles, these lies which form your life?
And the rose is asking but doesn't get answers. It withers and withers... until it's dead.
So soon forgotten and nowhere missed.
While it's the only one whose mask has been unfolded in the end.
Finally.
THORNS
Dark brown eyes. Staring right at me.
As if digging through my mind, leaving me nude and helpless.
So you want to know what i think? This confident smile. Did it help you? Never questioned, never thought of wrong.
This i vow.
And forever it be.
So are your words, spilling from those bloodred lips, a lie like everything else? Is this sweet scent i smell just the contrary i want to believe?
And I watch you and your pupils widen though your face is calm.
Do you like roses?
They're as red as your lips. Do they feel like your lips?
if yes then i know that you are also hurting myself, just like those thorns.
They laugh at me, bully me and mock me with their feelings.
And you look at me and you say nothing. Nothing at all.
You smile vanishs, just like that.
Have they hurt you? Just like they did me?
Or are you now finally aware that your lips, red as roses, also have thorns on them...?
TRUST
Being hurt and being left alone. Isn't this the normal life?
From deep within a hurted heart, a single rose blossoms.
Waiting for trust to come again.
Fake smiles and falling flower petals, showering the sky with dark clouds everywhere.
So why don't you laugh? And forget all of this.
The clock turns, hour by hour your waiting becomes restless.
Did you forget already...?
The feeling you once had which you fear now the most.
As if it is burning inside your soul, eating away the only thing that remained.
"Destroy, destroy it with everything you've got. Just take this from me again. Like you did all the time without me realizing it."
And still the hope is there. Leaving you hanging, crying, begging.
Something you search, something you'll never find again.
Did you lose yourself? In the sea of weeping flowers?
Didn't they caress you with their petals just so that you thought you're safe?
But what if those flowers have thorns and they hurt and sting and from this precious caress... it draws blood.
You realize - it isn't wise.
Trusting without being aware.
Trusting without knowing the truth.
So let me see your smile
Cause it's the only thing you didn't lose in the waves of hurt and loneliness.