...Between The Buried And Me.

She made me
a noose of roses
and threw it
around my heart
with a decaying kiss
and a growing lie.
The thorns
cut my neck as I
fell into the garden
of pestilence
that's choking the
lingering fragrance
from beauties breath.

(I can still smell the sweet death.)

The red pedals
bled onto
the end of the rope
I was holding.
when I hit the ground
she said to
read my palms
if I could wash away
the dirt.

(For her, falling in love
was a jump off of
a twelve step staircase.)

I tried to hang
my halo high.
but I was lynced
on the tree of life.
Now my halo
lays just below
my dangling feet.

I've seen a
seed be reborn
and uprooted
in a single storm,
so I can't plant
new roots unless
you're already
six feet under.

Between the buried and me
is where you'll find
my lover...



*I'll never find this heaven on earth or heaven above
Its the difference between being in love, and being loved

i look at this as a beautiful tragedy. It was nice to read and the structure was well put. My favorite part:

The thorns
cut my neck as I
fell into the garden
of pestilence
that's choking the
lingering fragrance
from beauties breath

Dope poem mindless. You one of the best poets that I love to read and this was good.

Hurry up and get into legends, you poet you. You are probably the best poetic writer on this site. You should come with me to bboys. Oak kay?

Nice poem, it was very rich in imagery and your word usage was really great, every aspect of the piece made it better in my opinion, and the pace was perfect as well..great job man
-Fiasco

though you dont really want my opinion, and its obvious who this is about. Its beautiful. And wonderful to see you still writing. I wish we could do something together soon. I went to this great coffee shop on fairbanks the other day. you'd like it. Or maybe you've already been there. Hope to hear from you soon. keep up the Good work...

It's about you damn you must be a heart breaker. But this was a good piece mindless, I thought that everything came out nice and I enjoyed the read.

This was ok good of been better if it had better vocab and poetic metas something you lacked you need to elevate want to battle ?

^lmfao?
this was brilliant.
loved it from the begining.

some favorites:
The thorns
cut my neck as I
fell into the garden
of pestilence
that's choking the
lingering fragrance
from beauties breath.

(I can still smell the sweet death.)


^that whole bit right there had great imagery and vocab, beautiful.

I tried to hang
my halo high.
but I was lynced
on the tree of life.
Now my halo
lays just below
my dangling feet

I've seen a
seed be reborn
and uprooted
in a single storm,

loved this bit too,
hell i liked the whole thing just these pieces i wish i coulda thought of in a few years time.
but ur Great.
By far one of the top poets.
another stanza of brilliance.
it all felt like an oxymoron of genius.