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Masochistic Sakura
by Righteous_Vigilante
written on May 07, 2006 11:03 AM
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I will always welcome you
Welcome you always in a sakura storm
With incense thick, my sad approval hugs your frowns so frayed
A sparkle dim, your fruit defiled, your veins creased in shame
Droplets swimming down your skin do tell me you’ve nowhere to lie
*Tell me of the days when your soft green collar stood crisp with joy
Carnation-creamed glory apt to flow from your laugh lines born in May
Gliding down, sensing warmth, you say he stood on the street ahead
The Friction between his back and the STOP sign is enough to burn your shyness
Coming on over with a pinch from the wind, a hope forever stays
Riding waves of eagerness, your freedom grants it all
But your pulses grow so swift, your journey too far
Yet before that tune of a heart attack,
Comes the heat which flows from this man’s needy fingers
Whittling away, calling for friends
And you’re safe within the moist of his hand, the life of his tears, his whistle alive
Those nails seeming so manicured, they tickle you as the sun shines
Minutes thereafter, drugged by his want, his making you a dear little therapist
You get the feeling this is all you need, and home is a dream best to die
Buried in his shirt, the plaid your new domain
You sweat away your reason; still thinking you’ve felt your soul
But as the grayness of God prevails through this world
You’re forlorn, scorned, awakened
Trampled, your conscience fights the black of this gravel
*And you sob as I put you in my pocket
*I sensed there was a change in you, newfound dryness, something unchaste
*Heard your self-beatings sore with disdain, scarring your clean, once-perfect face
And now you are calm, but you just cannot go
And I have no choice but to watch you linger
Crooning your duet with the angry breeze
Which reminds you, you are now untouchable

But I will always welcome you
Welcome you always, Sakura Dear
I’ll stay to appraise your broken moan
Your song, a thin weak prayer



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QhBaRrElChIc: Very emotional and powerful! I love a poem like this that makes you think and reflect...Again Great GREAT job!
on July 17, 2006 1:23 PM
alone_am_i: I like it, it's almost abstract but it's also very clear, Well done.
on May 06, 2006 8:07 PM


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