there are no flowers

By cre

I tried to write
in rage
in blood
to scratch my hatred
and find something lovely in it still
I tried to write
in love
in the sweetness of hope
and friendly innocence
the warmth of a hug under cold stars
I tried to write
in passion
hot breath on tender skin
souls melted
and the beauty of edges blurred
I tried to write
in sadness
tears smearing my world
an ache
where a heart used to be

I tried to write
in death
in the coldness of grey stone
and earth recently disturbed
I have left no mark
time releases what loss engraved
and the only voice left
is a wandering desolate wind.

There are no flowers.

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Published on Thursday, September 18, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "there are no flowers"

A former member wrote: without poetry, how could there be flowers... without cre, how could there be....poetry
On Tuesday, October 18, 2005, Frater Synth (66) wrote:

wow awasome work i really like the endind
On Monday, April 5, 2004, BoldSolitude (214) wrote:

A very moving and real piece, surreal even.
A former member wrote: wow.. amazing you have true talent for writting.. keep it up.. this write is so good..
On Wednesday, October 1, 2003, Midnight Phoenix (240) wrote:

How can you keep amazing us like this? I greatly appreciate your continuous contribution to DP.
On Thursday, September 25, 2003, Demosthenes (155) wrote:

cre. seriously. your talent is off the scale. there arent even words. -B
A former member wrote: I feel this way often. I get to points where nothing will come out...and when it does, it sounds like a child that's just started to write. And I curse at myself, and I yell at all of you talented folk whom it seems to come so easy to all of the time.
A former member wrote: But I guess I'm just trying to make myself feel bad because i know everyone has there times when everything seems meaningless. But it just takes awhile to realize, that poetry does effect people.
A former member wrote: Yours effects me more than I could ever say. Wow...I'm long winded tonight...
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, Six-Out (1423) wrote:

Now it is my turn to say how much we think alike. I just finished writing one of the same nature a few nights ago, but didn't post it. Everything you do leaves a mark, in one way or another, and sure, your mark may not be as visible as others, but it is t
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, Six-Out (1423) wrote:

there. And trust me, you have left a huge mark on me, and countless others...
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, GothicBlack (186) wrote:

Cre, even though it may not seem like you leave a mark, trust me dear you've left a HUGE mark on many lives through your writing. You are a beautiful person and your poetry shows it. ~gothic~
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, Chameleon (111) wrote:

Do you by any chance listen to AFI? They have an awesome song titled like this...anyway, this is a great piece of work, and I am more enlightened for having read it.
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, Blinded_Tiger (518) wrote:

Some would say that if you leave without leaving a mark, it is a gift to the world as a whole. Do you want to give, or give to receive? To be a rose, a gardener or a princess on a bed of roses(ohh no flowers hehe) Enjoyed. Tiger
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, CharlottesWeb (509) wrote:

Some times it really feels like this doesn't it. You pour everything and anything out...to the avail of nothing. You've not moved earth nore redirected the wind Cre...but you have moved hearts and affected perceptions. This I know. ~JMDW~
A former member wrote: @}--- There ya go:) ---{@ ~Urban Shipwreck~
A former member wrote: And, also, I'm sure you've left your mark and everyone knows it.
On Thursday, September 18, 2003, TheSi|entEnigma (2) wrote:

This is beautiful... can really relate to this. Thanks!