Baby, You're Blue: Character 1052 I'm obsessed with how many different blues there are in National Geographic
I'm not good at this, Sudden, silence always softens the blow. But not really. The fact is you don’t deserve my words after you silenced my love and pressed your cheek to my chest and told her to stop the pounding. You’re coward, And I’m sorry if my lighting is not to your standards but... Continue Reading →
Where have I been? Where's leafrosewatson? I'M ALIVE. I've been super busy making a new series of collage characters, I'm trying my best to get the new series up on WordPress and on my Tumblr page-- Hopefully, you'll see them soon. The latest character is #1047 The series is entitled Baby, You're Blue (I wanted to... Continue Reading →
I'm introducing a new Head in the Sky sub-series entitled Baby, You're Blue. Here's a sneak peak of character #1047
There is always poetry to keep you up at night, when you'd ought to be sleeping. When your heart is overflowing, and your mind wishes to keep it company. There is always poetry to give you nightmares or lucid dreams once you've finally fallen into the daze of night. There is always poetry, always coffee... Continue Reading →
There was never enough of you to go around; But I dished you out into small servings For the girls around the table. I told them how happy I've been Full and giddy, With delight. Sharp and bleeding, Like I pressed the rose too hard When you handed it to me. You're worried I'll spread... Continue Reading →
Love Love is the bottom of a wine bottle Days after a good party and a bad hangover— Sticky and black. Love is a conniving frienemy That poisons you blind— Forges entrapment for release, For happiness. Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It seduces, it destroys, It... Continue Reading →
Legacy: Block
If I was forced to write a poem about you I’d sit staring and startled at a blank piece of paper. You see, I’ve been going through a bout of bad writer’s block, Where my tongue seems to be stuck between my teeth Fetching the scattered words Lost between bone and gum. It’s not that... Continue Reading →
Etiquette
I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 