a r c a n e [Poems]

Poison soaked roses

Sometimes the words flow from my lips the way water flows down a stream
Or the way your hand fits perfectly in mine
the words just come out so quickly I barely have time to process them

But I don't stop to think
I just let my mind go and go
I really like these things my mind comes up with sometimes

My mind is like a garden filled with poison soaked roses
So pretty but touch it and you could die
My mind a poisonous overgrown garden
Such beauty in this place yet such hatred too

I'm scared to enter my mind for I'm not sure if once I enter I can leave again
It's as if stepping through the gates is like playing Russian roulette with my sanity

Will the poison from these flowers become
to much and over power the harmless good flowers?

I suppose I should separate the good flowers from the poisonous flowers
The way I look at it all the flowers are beautiful in there own way

I just wish I knew how to tame this over grown garden for if I knew how to tame it maybe my mind would be less of a mess

Would that stop the flow of my thoughts though?

Would that also kill all the other flowers?

The harmless flowers that did nothing but love and be beautiful

Would they too die along with the poison soaked roses?

I suppose we will never know
Until I can tame this over grown garden I will let the weeds grow in whatever shapes and forms they wish as I watch them grow into beautiful masterpieces before my eyes

Maybe enough of the good made from the bad will transform all of the poison soaked roses into sun kissed dandelions