Poems: by 'Boss'

'Boss'

Black Rose

The vampire at a window looking out at the night

He sees one, only one star and it’s the dimmest one of any stars he’s seen

The star reminds him of his after-life

A dim road of living off of almost nothing

He looks out the window crushed by the comparison

The night is when he’s calm and the night is when he’s most passionate

He went to bed

In the morning he arose and went outside in the rain

He looked down and he saw all these roses

But, he picked the black one

It matched his purpose

It matched his life

It matched his happiness

He pressed his finger on the rose and only let one drop of blood fall

This is the blood of a monster

This is the color of death

This is the spirit of a murderer

The rose still sits there with the one drop of blood

Happiness?

Who says a smile on my face means I’m happy

Who says ouch means you’re in pain

Who says you’re mad with a frown on your face

Does the structure of my face really determine my mood?

What is happiness?

What are emotions?

Should a smile really determine if I’m happy or not?

Or should a frown show depression and rage?

How the mind works the face works

So there’s no definition for true anger, true happiness, or true pain

Or is there?

Cleopatra

A county so well now in vain,

Due to the actions of a princess so vain,

In history lies her fame, Cleopatra is thus her name

For what you see

I am the presence of an angel,

I have the voice of a demon,

For what you see of me I am not

My spirits’ been killed and left to rot

For what you see of me I am not

I am a generous being of great honor,

for what I tell you confuses you, but why for what I am you

My life

My life has a series of events... when I want it to

My life is great… when I say it is

My life is over… when I end it

Invisible Seat Belt

Rules and laws hold me down

The thoughts and opinions of others strap me in

Glances and stares lock the door

Yelling and screaming start the ride

Flash!

Smile for the camera,

Pose for the photographer,

Model for the magazine,

Hide from the press,

Complain to the mother,

Argue with the father,

Fight with the sister,

Scowl with the brother,

Cry to the self