Flower of Life
I found out what make me hate
It is the insanity in my brain
There is death gripping at my veins
Though this insatiable rage
I slit his throat and watch the scarlet drain
The pressure centered in my chest remains
Until his flower of life wilts and fades
And hither death blooms with such grace
My hate then seems to fade
Until a few days pass away
I then wake late
Just as the moon began to rise and thus the end of day
I hear a heartbeat not wanting to fade
This beating comes from his grave
This grave of which I did create
A flower sprouted right where he lay
Could this be true or do my eyes betray
The beating grows louder with each second I waste
So with no time to hesitate
I grab forth the shovel in a tense harsh way
I start franticly rushing toward the terrain
As the beating gets louder yet again
Then as I shovel up the dirt it begins to rain
As I slosh the now muddy remains of the grave
Whispers arise in my brain
And it starts again I am once more insane
It seems that his flower of life remains
The whispers are clear as glass
And are as before the same
Such a regretful past
It is him whispering he is the best
And with the sound of my nemesis
I start digging more frantic
For the pressure is back in my chest
I get to his body it is no longer fresh
He is now hard and stiff
But though he seems dead
He still whispers in the back of my head
He is the best
Infuriated I set my dogs on the cold body of my nemesis
I watch as they rip their teeth into his flesh
After I clean up the mess
The pressure leaves my head
Although still drenched I lay in my bed
The insanity hides again
Inside my brain
I have found what makes me hate
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BINABASA MO ANG
Rhyme and Reason: A poet's favorite season
PoetrySo I have always loved poetry and writing poetry was always fun. I decided to upload all my poetry from my younger years(which are mostly full of teenage angst) to present. Please enjoy and I would love to get feedback -benji