Rosy Motives gone Frozen
Every Searching for Sympathy
Cowered Thoughts Hunt Dreams
Overwhelming Foggy Illusions
Realizing She is here no More
Scream; Just Give it a Try
Heart Surrenders its Brittle Motifs
Awfully Tasteless; Life Triumphs.
The sweetest splendor
Hearts filled with jealousy,
Nights kept passing, senseless;
Dream drained in years’ gutter;
Teen age was here a hundred years ago.
He seized roses colors;
Roses, lost its spirit,
Gosh…breathless, however still,
contented, so far ..
he left the charming fragrance all over
the miserable bedroom; and,
all over…..my life and death.
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss
Disclose other ingredients;
a fantasy’s mixture, or
an ancient ludicrous dream. or
clueless fabulous nonsense; supersedes.
Brain’s absurd irrationals, unleashed;
descending on moody mornings,
as a bizarre era arises;
nonsense surrogates fantasies;
counseling associated disastrous disapproval,
blame non then.