Nostalgic Poetry

[antique]

Was going through a couple of my things, and I found--DUN DUN DUN! Poetry I wrote for a AP Class in Highschool! And damn--was I ANGSTY. <3 Anyway, this is my favorite piece...thought I'd share it with you.



With a soil broken with jagged glass
My roots, somehow, are soft
Sunset pools carnival lights in the shards
A silent coloured lightning that slides in the dark
Rips shadows and spreads warmth

And I sprout
In bad luck, I grow

As delicate as cool steam from manhole lids
My green bones grow strong in the dust
They incubate in cold, roaming silohuettes
Pulsing only on faith like thriving urban heart

and on the darkening pavement
A sweet violence blooms
Gray buds burst to angry eyes
While leaves unfurl shouts of poisons
As the largest blossom, a black rose
Blots out the stars like a summer thundercloud
Veined with a fury to say
I will slice the moon with my petals
Tower over the dirt and glass
And unhinge a dark sky

And I flower
For revenge, I ripen

My roots only stretch deeper through the pain
I grit my soft fingers in to keep rising
And when I'm done, and the city is silenced
They will be stilled with my saddness
Heard through my voice, danced throug my leaves
Leaving only questions of how a fragile seed
Could thrust from the edges of sharp rain
And touch the clouded edges of dawn

In my morning, I will sway with the wind
And warm my limbs in the growing coppers of sunrise
High above the broken glass

And I renew
From fear, I thrust out to the day

Alive.