Stories, Poetry and Essays
A/N: I thought it would be funny to write a poem where someone was compared with a rose but in a bad way. And somehow, this came out.
He often tells me that his love is like a rose.
And I think “No kidding, boy, you sure hit it on the nose”.
Sure, she’s pretty and she smells so lovely too.
But her personality is her thorns, that vengeful, spiteful shrew.
We talked.
You seemed unflawed.
We whispered.
Words of Love.
We yelled.
Hateful things.
Now there’s silence.
As yelling brings.
He closes his eyes,
And there he is.
An Amazonian treasure hunt.
He closes his eyes,
And there he is.
A hero on the battlefront.
He closes his eyes,
And there he is.
Travelling to the great Bombay.
He opens his eyes,
And now he’s back.
In the classroom, dull and grey.
It’s kind of funny.
If you stop and just think.
Why do boys equal blue?
And girls equal pink?
Why did we decide so?
Such as odd thing to say.
That blue makes a tomboy.
While pink makes you gay.
Perhaps your childhood ends.
I mean truly, really Ends.
With a large, capital E.
When you no longer celebrate
The day you were born.
But instead, you flee.
Do you want to live forever?
If it was a choice that all could make?
Would you soon grow bored with life?
Or would you choose to Death forsake?
Me? I’d choose life among the living.
For I believe there’s something more.
Another dream, another trip to take,
Another song to sing on the dance floor.
Do you ever wish?
To see the snow fall softly?
And forget all else?
There is no bad fiction. Just preferences. A literary taste, if you please.
Horrors, or thrillers. An exciting romance. It’s really about the eyes that sees.
Are you into science fiction or fantasy? I have no doubt there will be a book for you.
And if you prefer the old classics, I can assure you: The options are not few.
It’s wonderful really, if you stop and think. At least I believe so, don’t you agree?
For in reality every book is really as different, as wonderful unique, as you and me.
A snake.
His plead.
An apple.
Bittersweet.
A boy.
Apple shared.
God’s anger.
Unfair.
Unfair.
A new word.
The bite.
Why I know.
Punished.
Pain to be.
I took a bite.
So did he.
Dishes.
Laundry.
School.
Work.
Enough.
Before.
I go.
Berserk.
Waste.
Time.
Lovely.
Right?
Time.
Enjoyed.
A breath.
Delight.
Maria Sjöstrand 