Once Again by: Rose Clifford Bring me to the river, the one right by your house. We shall run up the stream, Singing songs so long forgotten. Bring me to the river, and we will share secrets, in the low light of the sunset. Fading into the smearing reds,... Continue Reading →
Sink by: Rose Clifford Sink into me slowly- and completely. Flush the dehydration, stagnant, with your liquefied love. Bleed into this skin, Tight on my back. For the memories, will disappear, but your touch, keeps growing, stronger. Throbbing, my muscles weak- weak for you. Always and... Continue Reading →
Dear Soul by: Rose Clifford Dear trodden soul, Find pleasure in the wavering trees, And the lullabies of the wind. Nature is also a forgotten source, Stung with empathy, For your swollen heart.
Strangers by: Rose Clifford A stranger, you came into my life, A sorry boy constructed with self-hate. A stranger, I entered your life, A melancholy girl who lived on insecurities. As strangers, we left each other's lives, Hopefully better than the start.
Find Me by: Rose Clifford Find me as a dream, Sinking softly in the moonlight. Drenched in the bliss of a blue haze. Find me as rain, Moistening the clothes on your back, Itching your skin with my acid. Find me as... Continue Reading →
The emotions in her stomach, Urged themselves awry. Leaping upward and sideways, Escaping her belly, Through the exit of her mouth. But, the words she uttered, Were all too similar, To the ritual tide of the sea, "I'm fine," her lips quivered, As she turned and swallowed her grief.
Only for Humans by: Rose Clifford Fate was saddened, That love was only for humans. It plagued marriages, Till they ceased, With a final symptom- Divorce. Photo by: Ali Smith
The Reply by:Rose Clifford And when no one would listen, She would cock her ears outward to hear, The leaves and wind murmuring, Their duet of lilting melodies, In the breeze of autumn air. Returning a whistling reply, Between the strands of her uplifted hair.
When I Rest by: Rose Clifford And when the bones that lattice my insides, Become dust in a cheap casket. What me will you remember? The niave fawn of my youth, Being chased by the fears in my head? Or the sullen student to knowledge, Seeking answers... Continue Reading →