Blue is the rose
As the soul of a man
who rose from the soil
six feet under a rotten land
is my soul not around?
Gone from hell
I cry no help
met the angels
living in a desert
then drunk my tears
Been to a place
where needles fall
from sky, thousand lies
hit my eyes
took my life
Woke up in a box
can't hear even a knock
everything's white
my airway is tight
the place is confined
Closed eyes
has escaped fine
or so it seems
for I fell off
Everest the highest mountain
Screaming, landed on a party
of a child named Kelly
this feels reality
until a creepy french man appeared
with an evil smile painted
With trembling knees
I wish him to disappear
darkness makes it clear
then made me feel
loneliness could kill
The scene was replaced
by a crowd and a stage
on it I was standing
nervous, trembling, crying
crowd's laughing
Is this a dream?
A frightening realm
of mirrors, I fear
Shed no more tear
'cause now I'm bleeding
Blood runs, flows
It oozes from holes
Eyes goin' to fall, now
'Cause I look like a creature
Living in a pineapple
A nightmare, you may call
It's true, I fear them all
I live to be scared
Too ashamed, too flawed but–
your nightmare's what I'm livin' for
—Ms. Serable Poet
