Happens

by Idiosyncratic   Dec 28, 2005


Flowers of death
not wilted they thrive
molded air, rotten soil
but still they are alive

candied hearts
hard as stone
and yet they beat
and love alone

tripping rain
on windowed hills
dripping pain
securing thrills

let's take our hands
let's bend and weep
let's build their trust
let's ensure defeat

watch and wave
wonder not
gasp and gaze
at what you've caught

faith
lies
hate
guise
truth
spies
love
dies

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  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Faith
    lies
    hate
    guise
    truth
    spies
    love
    dies
    this part of the poem is my absoulte favorite. I think it enhances the power of the poem like this excellnt job. Well written, and the word choice is amazingly brillant. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaila

    I loved loved loved the ending! It was good and a great twist nice job!

  • 17 years ago

    by Tricky Daze

    Faith
    lies
    hate
    guise
    truth
    spies
    love
    dies

    This could be better as a stanza in my opinion but other than that so good poem

  • 17 years ago

    by Unrequited

    I'm not sure why... but I just HAD to read this poem, just because of the title. And the contents of this poem did not disappoint. Your gift for poetry... you did not learn this. You must have been born with it. :)

    It just so "Happens" that I love this poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    Wow!
    I found the last part breathtaking, I wasn't expecting that.
    I'm going to add you to my favourites now, I want to keep reading your work, you are an inspiration.

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