“…So fresh and green, little sprout, some day you’ll grow and spread about…”
…and there she stood upon my doorstep
in all her icy glory.
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No one believes me until they see it.
They romanticize me until they are the one walking away…
An excerpt from a poem taken from the in-progress work, “The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters”
It is you, Black Rose, whom God searches for to find, to love, to bring home and water. Black Rose, do not let the red roses fool you, their grandeur is nothing that matters to God. He cares not for perfection; he cares for the trampled.
He finds those who have been pushed aside and brings them into his inner circle. He homes them and adores them.
You are a lie, beautiful fall, a taunting lie. Surely we fall in your presence. We fall down to the bitterness of winter, blanketed in icy cold; the unthawed hearts, we freeze to death. For this is your poison, Autumn, you are our fall dressed in kindly colors.
The Universe Inside Her II, by Otherworld Soul Poetry
I try to find you in another, I search among mankind, but you are imaginary and none were made for me.
Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?