two poems that i wrote last year, i know its long, but read them:

QUEEN OF THE ROSEBUDS

Queen of the rosebuds
voice flowing out,
golden hair singing with her
down her back
the rosebuds
in submission
bow their heads
when she sings
her voice,
sweet honey
in the mouth of the fairies,
who dance
to her song
in mystical awe
and the goblins
even them,
in their caves under-foot
turn elves
at the sound
of her voice,
while the elves, themselves
rejoice with music
their gowns flowing
their silver hair dancing
her voice surrounds them.
roses in her hair,
a makeshift crown,
and her gown, pinkish-red,
dyed by t he roses
she sings
lonely love songs
with tears on
her red cheeks
lingering on her lips
falling
to the dark forest floor,
and making rosebuds
on the spots they touch
as she wates
for her prince
to return.

that one's my favorite.

this ones untitled:

nothing more'than lines
on paper,
curves,
don't show
my pain
one
lost me
now i've
lost another
i did nothing
just asked
first maybe
then no
all there
so much
pain
help me
hurt me
dont
dont
i can't see
help
no
it hurts
help.

i dont know why i was so upset . . . . it was a long time ago