Sunday, June 7, 2009

Roses with no smell. (Poem)

Discomforting form a sign of neglect,
Destructive deviant locked in a safe,
Disarming conversation divine by respect.
Damned device docked in a case.

Roses with no smell,
Hardened to resist the fire,
The walloped and drifted in hell.
Soft and dead, distraught but dire.

2 comments:

  1. you are getting so much better with your word play ... i wish you could equally see the beauty the flows from your pen ..

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  2. *that... i mean smarty pants thats what happens when we are on the phone and im commenting ..

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