suicide is a carefully
groomed blossom
warmed with the
sun-scorching
self-hatred that
hangs in the corner
of the mind
in a yellow-crayon
semi-circle
scribbled out in
insults and name-calling.
it roots itself
deep in the soil
of the soul
and the tears that
water it so well
are those of your loved ones
standing over a grave
of ash-white chrysanthemums
whose petals are
heavy with grief.
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
