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JANUARY BLOOMSWhat will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?
The loons cry out their tuneful woes,
and winds, they sweep around like brooms.

The skies, sometimes, are filled with gloom,
while stalks lie withered in their rows.
What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

I lay my head upon your womb,
my love for you, it starts to flow;
it’s this that blooms, as we both know,
and maketh me your winter groom.
What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

DAVID ROGERS

THE WOMAN BY THE SEAAs the day grows old with clouds of pink
there’s a woman standing by the sea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.

She is looking down without a blink
to contemplate what may not be
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.

Her desires never seem to sink
as she’s whispering a silent plea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.

It is by the sea she likes to think
for it is here her soul roams free
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.

The sand beneath her feet like mink
her dreams are one big mystery
with a fading sun that seems to wink.

A cool ocean mist her skin will drink
this eloquent woman by the sea.
As the day grows o

WHERE EVIL ABIDESIn the dark of night where the phantom dwells,
with his ghastly laugh and his rotten smell;
your blood he cannot wait to spill,
quiet now, you must be still...

Time to run, your life's at stake,
if you don't, your soul he'll take;
there, take shelter by that tree,
the night is dark, and hard to see...

You hear a rustling in the wind,
this maddening terror has no end;
now he has you by the neck,
you soul, he will not leave a speck...

As you look into his vacant eyes,
he reveals to you his deadly guise;
in the depths of hell you cannot hide,
tortured soul where evil abides...

David Rogers

A SONG FOR THE EARTH ELEMENTALSweet earth we sing to thee,
and pray that all may hear;
without you we would not be,
and so we gather every year.

Bless thee, and hail to thee,
your bounty holds all worth.
We praise thee, and dance for thee,
Dearest Mother Earth...

Rock and tree, with stream and brook,
does stretch the mighty hand;
cliff and crag, with overlook,
a blessing is this land.

Bless thee, and hail to thee,
fill my soul with mirth.
We praise thee, and dance for thee,
Dearest Mother Earth...

DAVID ROGERS

Nonentityjumbled bits of lemon colored paper.
   the scent of freesia and betrayal.
passion seeps from your eyes, your lips, your disease.
you make me happy, you make me laugh.
why am I crying?

a hot knife slips into the
intercostals of delusion.
   scattered fragments of paper
stained with tears and blood.
are we weeping? can I hear you laughing?

raindrops magnify distant faces
into facets of emptiness.
   a kaleidoscope of nothing
you offer the paper to the wind;
errant, it drifts to places you cannot soar.

miasma eclipses the night
   the freesia is cloying, choking.
I should

Tomorrow Starts TodayI've got a list locked in my head
A list of things I've never done
It seems it's growing all the time
When will I feel like I've begun?

Things can always be done tomorrow
But I know tomorrow starts today
It's never fun when life passes you by
I regret pissing my time away

My days will quickly become memories
Dreams are my ideal waste of time
Action is what brings dreams to life
Wishing on stars becomes a crime

The list inside my head grows every day
Somehow I must sift through it all
And only pick out the important things
If I carry too much I'll fall

There are things I've got to work for now
For someone other then myself
Th

WINTER MOONJanuary moon, glowing bright,
it lights the way on misty nights;
a serenading by the loon
while holding sway the winter moon.

We hear the hooting of the owl,
and raccoons sneaking, on the prowl;
the trees, their bark sticks out like runes,
while holding sway the winter moon.

The fireflies, they dance about,
hyenas cackle as they shout;
a breath of night makes flowers swoon,
while holding sway the winter moon.

Always, the night must yield the way,
and sink upon the light of day;
the night will come again real soon,
while holding sway the winter moon...

DAVID ROGERS

We Are CriminalsI pulled the crime out of him,
and blew away his smoke.
The night did not stop me;
I ran into it and disappeared.
His sin already committed,
I pulled it out of him.

I tainted his mind with my own,
and carved the gun in his heart.
The bullet played along my eyes;
I kissed it with eyelashes before it hit.
His crime is not of passion,
I tainted his mind with pride.

PsychosisYou're more myself than I
Fingers searing my flesh
Restraints cling to my skin
As endless mirages entice

Fingers searing my flesh
Like the subtle whisk of a scalpel
As endless mirages entice
Begging for the slipknot

Like the subtle whisk of a scalpel
Bouncing, twisting in menacing sport
Begging for the slipknot
He adorns his crimson necklace

Bouncing, twisting in menacing sport
Horrors chirp in melding solace
He adorns his crimson necklace
Obscenely hail this curtain call

Horrors chirp in melding solace
Now black pavement guides us
Obscenely hail this curtain call
Begging the engine cease

Now black pavement guides us
Lig

selfgazingmirrors, mirrors you loved everyone so platonically
but [mostly] yourself, the

owl has feathers and wisdom,
so you wish to fly
and learn dictionaries by heartyou'll have daily staring contests all you want is the sound of eyes watching over you
must feel must
feelanything no one tells you how to dance
so you just stand there

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by =DragonsChest, Aug 15, 2012, 9:09:10 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Forget me, for I am beyond redemption.
What is a moment, when quickly it's gone?
Regret is the light that I travel by now,
beneath my feet only sorrow I tread.

Love me, and tell me that all will be well.
Remember that words really can hurt you!
Actions have never spoke louder than words,
sweet nothings, my dear, really are something!

Pity me, but not for the mistakes I've made;
rather pity the child that never was,
and the man who has to keep dark secrets.
Plenty, are those that just want to forget.

Pray for me that God takes the pain away,
I'm so tired of being angry and afraid.
Let him take this child trapped inside of me,
and finally give him the love he needs.

I care not for myself, only the boy.
I've had the life he could only dream of.
This is the guilt I will bear to the grave.
Forget me, for I am beyond redemption...

David Rogers 2012

P.T.S.D.by =DragonsChest

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Definition of POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER

: a psychological reaction occurring after experiencing a highly stressing event (as wartime combat, physical violence, or a natural disaster) that is usually characterized by depression, anxiety, flashbacks, recurrent nightmares, and avoidance of reminders of the event —abbreviation PTSD —called also post-traumatic stress syndrome

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*sioranth May 31, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Daily in my line of work I come into contact with veterans suffering from PTSD for all sorts of reasons beyond combat. Thank you for writing this.

=DragonsChest May 31, 2013 Professional Writer

You are very welcome, and I thank you very much for your reading this and for your input...

~Sadyelady Apr 4, 2013 Hobbyist Interface Designer

As someone who also struggles with PTSD, I thank you for sharing this. It touched my heart letting me have a cry that's been held back. So thank you.

=DragonsChest Apr 4, 2013 Professional Writer

You are very welcome and a big hug for you

~Sadyelady Apr 5, 2013 Hobbyist Interface Designer

Thank you

big hug back to you.

~Grindmaster58 Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I cried when i read this i can never explain it

=DragonsChest Dec 6, 2012 Professional Writer

A friendly hug for you, and honestly can say that this was a hard one to write, and I shed many tears doing so. It has been a life mission for me to help others recognize the lasting damage of Child Abuse and to show those that are victims that a normal life is possible. Thank you so much for reading this and for your comment...

~Sigma-Echo-Seven Sep 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The first line captivated me.

=DragonsChest Sep 8, 2012 Professional Writer

I kind of sets the tone for what follows for sure...

~chewyraezen Aug 24, 2012

a powerful write. well done!

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