[Scribbles] Roses and a great sadness.
See how I am alive and how pushing myself to stay alive so late has helped me write something because of roses in absolutely ridiculous though sometimes sentimental manga (not Gintama). Also, happy belated, my dear orangeaddiction!
Roses
how long stems remain straight
appealing in arrangements
under my eyes and beside my walk
they grow too short
with curving and bending branches
many times too narrow
to withstand the bloom
and unsuspecting of its name
how meaning is conveyed
without intent
to not pick by colour and scent
or pedigree
ignorance or determination
to place on surface or in hand
blossoms will bloom
and die for seeds
to grow into more green
green to be cut or to love
in glorious and whimsy frames
to live what is left in ease
It is Great and Unwieldy
it is to feel cloistered
shut
rough edged oyster shells
that scratch and dirty
and resist
with the entirety of its being
it is to aggravate the self
to sink
and breathe awareness
shock
and fruitless effort
upon fruitless effort
it is to embrace
pain
and stolid comforts
with reduced pleasure
until it dies
under nonconsenual assault.
Roses
how long stems remain straight
appealing in arrangements
under my eyes and beside my walk
they grow too short
with curving and bending branches
many times too narrow
to withstand the bloom
and unsuspecting of its name
how meaning is conveyed
without intent
to not pick by colour and scent
or pedigree
ignorance or determination
to place on surface or in hand
blossoms will bloom
and die for seeds
to grow into more green
green to be cut or to love
in glorious and whimsy frames
to live what is left in ease
It is Great and Unwieldy
it is to feel cloistered
shut
rough edged oyster shells
that scratch and dirty
and resist
with the entirety of its being
it is to aggravate the self
to sink
and breathe awareness
shock
and fruitless effort
upon fruitless effort
it is to embrace
pain
and stolid comforts
with reduced pleasure
until it dies
under nonconsenual assault.