English poetry

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2022-07-02

Red roses

In the field where red roses grew 

with their thorns so mighty

so mighty they could tear your soul 

upon a gaze 

I never caught them in blossom

They were always frozen

always frozen but never dead 

In the field I stood

and watered the frozen roses

with my very own tears 

that I've cried for myself only

I had to squeeze them out 

It was difficult to cry sober 

but you don't deserve my tears anymore

In the field I slept

and woke up to taste my blood

the thorns looked pretty

but they weren't kind to my skin

they left red marks all over me

And sometimes red was also my mindset

I was but a lost kid; I searched for myself

In the field I felt calm

the peace came with the sky darkening

over the sleeping roses

and the moon was the only source of light

and the stars were my only companion 

Ah, the stars, my dear comrades

I knew they'd always come to me at night 

In the field I dug up the dirt

when times felt heavy I would create my own grave

and as I felt joy in my veins again

I put the dirt back in 

back where it belonged 

That's where I wanted to lie forever;

under the beautiful field, protected by the thorns

Cry for me not, as I shall return

my love will rain from the sky

on the red roses, bringing them back to life

on the grey fields, creating beauty from scratch

my love will rain on your troubled souls

planting red roses in your hearts

Dreams of old Japan

Sometimes I feel like I see through your eyes

Wandering the streets of post-war Japan

Through your fears, your pain, your grief, I taste

your wet cigarettes on a rainy day

I want to get drunk in a bamboo grove

I want to write books about Marxist thoughts

I want to read letters from Kazuko

I want to die in a beautiful way

Alas, I wake up to reality

My connection seems to be but a dream

But in my soul your torment lives on

You inspire me to leave something behind

And if my own words are left on my grave 

No one shall ever forget me again

Abuse

Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes

It's been a year, it shouldn't plague me anymore

You stole my dignity just because

you wanted to show yourself you can control

a young person such as me, since the old ones are a bore

Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes

It was all my fault, ah, the good ol'

hurtful words yelled, I shan't forget ever more

You stole my dignity just because

you wanted to own me, I was your toll

to use as you please and lock the door

Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes 

And when I refused to give you my all

you yelled those words that struck me to my core

You stole my dignity just because

you wanted to blame me when I didn't call

for cheating and being rude while I was torn

Why do I keep seeing you in endless echoes

You stole my dignity just because 

Love

Our tears are but raindrops in the grass

the sky falls with the most gentle noise

We build our love from tiny pieces of glass

Looking at stars may offer some peace

The universe is endless and keeps us as toys 

Our tears are but raindrops in the grass

At night our worrisome thoughts shall cease

I hide in a glasshouse, seeking comfort in your voice

We build our love from tiny pieces of glass

The dragonflies come closer for a look, a tease

and the earthworms move around with such poise

Our tears are but raindrops in the grass

feeding the flowers, animals, sustaining life with ease

and the lifeforms in our garden are neither girls or boys

We build our love from tiny pieces of glass

Our hands brush and connect in the light breeze

A connection that no natural element destroys 

Our tears are but raindrops in the grass

We build our love from tiny pieces of grass 

Industrial

Lost in the endless machine smoke 

travelling through the memory of a steam train

My hands, holding a heart that broke

In the garden where rusty cars grow

and factories look out for the rain

Lost in the endless machine smoke

they reach out for the smog, so eager yet slow

and put it all over a bleeding vein

My hands, holding a heart that broke

Comrades, workers will laugh and glow

They've lost their senses, no fear or pain

Lost in the endless machine smoke

Watching the river of chemicals, admiring its flow

They cannot feel anything without a brain

My hands, holding a heart that broke

Nobody will ever see them play, throw

and catch lost souls in an empty lane

Lost in the endless machine smoke

My hands, holding a heart that broke 

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