Amaranthine; a blog of original poetry

 The waves flatten the sand So that we may leave our footprints. Then they flatten the sand again To remove them. It's painful That nothing stays forever. But some things just shouldn’t stay. I see you; A rose with more thorns than petals. But I'll pluck you by the stem And have a thorn stuck in my finger. I'll relieve you of that one thorn, If it's the one thing I can do for you. I'll grab you tight, And my palm will bleed. I'll grab you tight, And take out all the thorns I can. Because some things just shouldn’t stay.

 The wheat rustles, And milkweed breaks away. Clouds drift And the wrapper on the floor moves closer to the rubbish bin As if it wants to go in. I hear guitars And the same note of the piano being hit From the top of a tree. And water plays the xylophone over the water In the stream. My heart is happy; Just happy, And that's enough. It's not dancing. The drumbeat is dead. But it's fine. Now I can at least feel my heart's pulse. I know I have one And that it's alive.

We are Roman statues They buried long ago. Now they try to dig us up And expect us to still have our paint on. Poor things! All they get is a half face, A lump of stone, A figure with arms and legs blown off. All they get is an image Of what they'll be in the future. They place us in museums So their children can see How they tore us up, Broke us, Buried us. They place us in gardens So old people can spit on us. They place us in parks So the children can draw on us And spill ice cream. We have stayed tall for some time. We were worshipped for some time. But declare oneself god And you're not a god forever. You will become trash, Or worse, Placed on a podium for other people to stare at you; People who don’t care about your history, But show pretentious wonder at you To show they are geniuses.

 I am stuck Like an octopus on aquarium glass, Forever looking at what lies beyond. I am stuck Like rust on a nail, Unable to crawl onto the plank That is part of it. I fell asleep for a while And someone buried me in a brick wall With both arms out. I scream And manage to get my face out as well, So I can scream louder. But they don’t come. Old men on bikes stop by me To take photographs. School children stop by me To say how ugly I am. I'm screaming And they don’t hear it. I am stuck Like an octopus on aquarium glass, Forever looking at what lies beyond. I am stuck Like rust on a nail, Unable to crawl onto the plank That is part of it.

 I move to my bed after the loss Of a sock, a grade, a smell, a life; Unhappy and crying rivulets. After drinking away, After breaking up, After seeing The white, Black, Grey, I move to my bed To cry and cry more rivulets. The sadness fills up like water And I float on it on my wooden bed. The sadness fills up like water And knocks down everything like water And jumps out the window and creeps out the door Like water. I cry and cry rivulets But don’t come here to console me. My sadness is the blue mountain, A flower in the snow. My sadness is the sadness of a Christian  Crying and crying away at mass. I cry away happiness And become void To be satisfied. Either joyful or satisfied. I've never been both together.

 You're a score sheet And I'm a piano. I kept you on a stand and tried my best. I am a new student, And you’re a piece written by the devil himself. I am a new student, Yet I try desperately to study you. Please don’t fly off the stand. Give me time, Give me time. And I shall by-heart you. Then I shall forget you, And play you the way I want. Then I shall forget you and change you, Like any good musician would; And you'll not know a thing. I won't tell you. But if you come to know what I've done to you, You'll love me. I’ll throw you out; The score sheet. But you're safe in all my veins, In all the muscles in my fingers. And I shall remember you forever Without remembering you anymore. And we'll be one; One forever.

 Night, A hanging lamp, Rain, An umbrella And both of us under it Kissing, Rain drops rolling down to our shoulders. Rain drops rolling down to a puddle, Making the water jump up in the shape of a heart. Night, Rain, Umbrella, And both of us under it Kissing. The umbrella slips down And the both of us wet, Our eyes wild And lips craving for more, Our smiles wide And widening more. There is wind And the umbrella is nowhere to be seen. But you're here, I'm here, And the moon is there Shying away into dark clouds. We looking into each other's eyes And get lost in the wilderness With the many monsters that hunt us. Night, A hanging lamp, Rain, An umbrella And both of us under it Kissing.