RoseErifnosi

I saw you walking. With that damned gun in your hand. I knew you had come. For me. With that look of savagery I knew would one day turn on me, like a rabid dog that had ran out of rabbits to tear apart.  Your chain broke long ago. It was only a matter of time.  You didn't need the gun, and you knew it. Only chose it because you knew how I loathed the thing. Could have done it with your own hands, and relished it all the more.  But this one wasn't about your lust, was it.  It was about my suffering.  All the others you slaughtered and I watched, watched as you laughed heinously, full of life as you took theirs because I was too afraid.  I gave

My thoughts are scattered.             Like perfume on a breeze.                  A whisper through tall grass, As tangible as                            smoke           that dissipates                         when the outstretched hand tries to take hold o'it.                          My thoughts are a fleeting fragrance I try to place, reminiscent,         

"Midnight Oil" Bent over your desk while the window's light fades, The shadows crawl down the walls. The only light left is the light from the screen shining bright in the dim, empty halls. The creases that line your stress-covered face make me miss that smile from before, You sit and you work late into the night though the hour is hard to ignore. Frowning and tapping away at the keys, Hands run over your hair. Empty offices, the rest have gone home left you with this burden to bare. I will sit here as well, and keep you company at least After all, what more can I do? I will try to bring back that smile that I love, and burn

"Only a Writer" I can't paint you a portrait, like an artist who can reflect your beauty. But I can write you a portrait, yes, my interpretation of your heart's beauty One that cannot lie. This is my small gift, and I have no others to share My soul is my brush and my words are my paint I can't play you a song like a pianist could do All I can do is use words to make music of you. Instead of cord changes I'll transition the mood and instead of vibrado I can rhyme for you, too. But I will write for you, dear anything that you want me to Anytime that you want me to Anywhere that you want me to. Because I want to show yo

At night When there is no moon To shine light On my Nonexistence I come to you Gliding along as smoothly As your life flows without me You sit up in your bed Yawning in the dim room That is lit only by your quiet bedside lamp Unwinding from the hard day's stress How I envy those troubles I scour through your belongings Searching For some trace of myself that perhaps you still hold dear Hoping That a part of you is sharing in the stagnation of my existence. I pilfer through your drawers Desperate To find a photograph of me that you Cherish And that makes your heart ache with loss To find the locket of hair you took With

Ode to a Song O sweet song, How you soothe my soul. Such gentle cradling within your arms, rocking My mind back and forth to sleep. Calming chords caress the soft peach fuzz of my heart: 4th chord, the 5th, Minor fall, major lift In the hands of this great mother Who coos me softly to sleep. A gentle smile in the delicate piano And with eyes closed I see The soft white glow in her pure skin, The ivory keys, A comforting melodic voice to lull me into peace. She rocks me forward, rocks me back As I'm cradled in her lap You speak to me in feelings Consoling me like nothing else can You smooth away my fears Encourage my tear