E.Tara Scurry- A Storm of Roses- Contacts

CREATIVE WRITING:

Like An Ocean

True love is like an ocean
It can crash viciously against the small and unarmed sand
It can sweat like passion and glisten off the rocks
with the heated warmth of the sun
It can rest peacefully in the gentleness beneath the cool breath of the moon
You can play in it or let it drown you before you’ve realized
you’ve sunk into its depths

© Storm Of Roses, 2006

Dangerous Baby Girl

You torture me, baby girl
Come closer, so precious
Would you like some sweets
For my sweet, precious baby girl?
You know I’m wrong
And dangerous
But so are you

Your mother dresses you in hot pants
That short skirt
I see your creamy small legs
So young and soft
Unmarred so far
No matter what they say
Flat-chested and tiny all over
You torture me, baby girl
Your mother fresses you in tiny tank tops
Baby flip-flops
Pink skirt; I see your tummy

I've got to have your everything
Stay sweet and silent
Like a baby blueberry in a bush
Picked and squeezed of your innocence
Drenching my fingers in your sweetness
All over my hand

I see you looking at me
You love my attention
Your mother always lets me in
Let me buy you dolls and things
Beautiful, why would I lie?
So exposed and innocently sparsely clothed
You torture me
In your flower print tiny shorts
A single strap hanging from your shoulder
Hardly nine years old

Your mommy told you about men like me
You know it's not right
But she dressed you in hot pants
And you love my attention

You drew the cutest picture the other day
I was in your house
Your own father disregarded it
Your mommy hung it up on the fridge
But I told you it was marvelous!
What a talented Picasso you are!
Who's Picasso? The best and most creative artist
Who has ever lived!
And you, my sweet
You are the best I've ever seen!

I know you liked that
Didn't you
You ate it up and kissed my cheek
You hate to see me go
And I'll keep it that way

I'll hurt you a little bit
But it's not my intention
But just indulge me for a few minutes
A few long heated minutes
You're so beautiful, the most precious thing
I've ever seen
In your dangerous hot pants
And pink thin tank top
Your mommy must dress you up like that
Just for me

© Storm Of Roses, 2006

Women Of The Sky

Sky Cotton
Cloud
Pale white
Floats above in her bloated dress
Pregnant
Swollen round breast ready to pour
Rain
Smooth face like porcelain
Translucent eyes and colorless hair
Cotton suspended in air
Puff

Madame Lightning
She flashes her swords
Dress of sparkling light clinging to her hips
None dare kiss her lips

Luminary Sphere
Drenching earth with her scorching smile
Eyes able to burn through darkness
Round full-figured curves
A beauty which melts hearts
Turns eyes into ash
Orb of the daystar

© Storm Of Roses, 2006

The Rocks Agony
(Traditional Japanese Form, Haiku)

Resting silently
Until someone steps on you
Then, your cracking scream

© Storm Of Roses, 2006

Unnatural Disaster

Woe it was unto the innocent and poor
Gigantic underwater earthquake drowning
Babies, tearing husbands from wives
Brothers and sisters and relatives never to set eyes
On one another until the next life

What clever idea it was, blame it on Gaia,
Blame it on the Lord
It is man who is not blameless
Using their weapons under the seas,
Killing for their own purpose, hundreds of thousands
In about twelve disparate nations!

What a clever idea it was, blame lack of technology
Lack of monitoring, lack notification systems
Who has heard of “lack of technology” in this age?
In an area prone to these storms of death of the past
Man didn’t want to save lives that day

What a clever idea it was, leveling the pitiable beach front
Sweeping away the poor, creating sympathy
Making room for the privileged to their lay their nests of riches
Yes, so that money pours into the hands of man
Already prepared to receive it, so strategically placed they were
That they may plant their seeds of business without resistance
Under the guise of relief

Let a sociologist write a headline
Let the world step above and look back at itself
Without logs and dust in their eyes
Without their hands tied behind them, on
Their knees worshiping money they don’t have
Praying shamelessly for self interest and pleasure

Man thinks he is clever, but he is foolish
Justice is not ripe and grows on a tree in Eden
The hour it descends, the Son too shall fall from the clouds

Pray for the foolish man
Pray for the innocent and poor
Their souls snatched from the rural shores

© Storm Of Roses, 2006

Crack Head

Natural
Can you say you have
Tasted pure air
Or have even felt your true hair?

The subculture of us who are naturally inclined
Want to free your mind
Bring you back to your beauty most divine

I was once an addict; I feel you
I understand you, but I am free and want you to be

You are literally a crack head, my dear
Addicted to crack, the creamy white kind
Shame on them who make you believe
You are only beautiful chemically altered

Every week of six
Run to the hairdresser to get your fix
Of creamy white crack

Oh have mercy!
If an inch of natural curls
Do doth show!

You will burn and press it into
Submission

Why tame beautiful thick hair?
Is it not better to be free?

Fine then, insecure sister
Forever be a slave
Forever reject the beautiful hair
God
Planted on you
Do you think he would give you ugly hair?
Who then, insecure sister
Are you trying to please?
I know it’s not the one you speak to on your knees

Your hair is high
Chemically altered to its detriment
Burned and broken
Crispy fried
And you think its better this way
Deep down you know, you know
It’s not better
You see the damage done when chained with weave
Or chemically overdosed
But it is less threatening
To them
To have you burned and broken in
Forever tamed and never free
Like good little Negros
You see it brittle and falling off your head
With your wisdom

But I mistake
I separate your hair from who you really are
Your hair is high, not you
When your hair is having a bad day
You feel just fine

Banquet Of Bliss (Excerpt)

I’ve just returned from the St. Caveron ball and it was so marvelous to which I’m almost at a loss for words! The lights were bright and everyone was extremely handsome and fine. A few rapiers dangling from gentlemen’s belts glistened from the fire torches above. The aroma of sweet edibles flowed into my nostrils, caressing them in ecstasy. My eyes closed of their own accord and I inhaled again upon the dainty meats and luscious fruits. As I opened them, I noticed the wine goblets sparkled like golden gems and were spread out upon the large table as stars are in the sky. I glanced from the table of savory delicacies towards a young maiden near me whom I heard squeal with delight. The jingle of small talk and chuckles echoed throughout my temples. It was almost as if everyone was acting like young children as they bounced about dancing with one another. I simply stood near the edibles in my long dress, gazing and listening to my surroundings. I was perfectly satisfied where I remained, smiling with my gloved hands folded in front of me. It was unheard of not to be, for there was joy and excitement pouring in such abundance that I could not have possibly escaped it even if indeed I was so inclined...

Spark (Excerpt)

I have always hated my father. Ever since when I first learned how to talk, he would smack me across the face just about every time I spoke. I am Diana. Although some think me a simple peasant girl, I think myself quite clever. I had to protect my mother and my little brother from my father’s lunacy. I can not recall a day that has passed in which both my mother or my little brother, Louis, have not cried. I myself, have ceased crying a long time ago. The last true tear I have shed was on the worst night of my life. Let me tell you of this night and of what led to it...

Storm Of Roses (Excerpt)

The roses came down and they blinded me. I felt the soft kisses of their petals as they rained onto me; they became a second skin. They became a second soul. They became the epitome of someone who had loved me. They contracted between my toes now, swirling all over me. I heard a sweet mystic sing in loud whispers far off and against the hard and affectionate weight of the floral rain. Yet past the storm and through the petals I could just barely make out a creature in the distance. This beast watched me through the storm. I could see its glowing eyes and fierce claws peeking from its paws like a knife hidden under a trench coat...

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