Black Roses and Other Poems and Short Stories

Black Roses

Red roses…

Black roses…

They are the same as love…

Haven’t you ever wondered why a rose is a symbol of love when it always dies?

Does that mean love is a sweet-nothing? Bitter-sweet memories? A pain far more worse than any worldly torture? A passing dream that slips into the eternal darkness of death? Perhaps…

When a rose first blooms, it is full of life with its lively shades of red. When love first begins, it’s full of passion and liveliness. That is when the passing dream begins…

As time goes slowly by, that rose begins to wither away and die. Each of its immaculate crimson petals wilts and falls away to oblivion.

Does love begin to fade away as lovers approach death every waking moment?

When the rose becomes black, it’s time for it to die—time for the passing dream to slip into an eternal abyss of darkness. The love perishes and is no more.

Is love then the roaring fire of passion extinguished? Is love something that dies in the end no matter what?

Why have a red rose symbolize love? Why not a black rose?

Why, in the first place, is a rose a symbol of love when it always dies?

The Black Rose and

the Blue Rose

There is nothing but eternal night in my heart.

Nothing but darkness.

At the center of the darkness, the only light radiates

from a blue rose.

That blue rose is the epitome of hopelessness and despair, yet it still radiates light in the darkness of my heart.

There is nothing but eternal day in her heart.

Nothing but light.

The only darkness radiates from a black rose.

That black rose is the epitome of hate and pain, yet it still radiates darkness in the light of her heart.

She is the light in my darkened heart, and I am the darkness in her lightened heart.

She saved me… She gave me salvation… She gave me hope…

When darkness and light intertwine, they become eternal.

The blue rose and black rose are eternal since they reincarnate when they die, and in their triumph, flourish.

My friendship with the blue rose is eternal.

Shower in the Dark

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

I hang my towel on the rim of the sliding glass door.

I turn off the lights and step in the shower.

I see nothing but darkness, yet I do not fear. I know that Bloody Mary is not real.

I do not fear the darkness because the darkness should not be feared. My sight is dulled, but my other senses are heightened.

Now I see what it’s like to be blind; being deprived of vision and having to rely on other senses.

I hear and feel nothing but the hot and steamy water that lances down on my bare skin. I feel it numb my body and wet my hair. I hear it as it noisily patters upon my head. I smell nothing but hot steam as it rises.

I smell nothing but the brackish water beneath me. My eyes are open and struggling to adjust to the misunderstood darkness.

I taste the water as it slithers down from my head and into my mouth… Yuck, soapy!

As I look around, I see blurry and fuzzy figures moving in the darkness… I do not fear, for I know that the steam is acting as a mirage.

The steam… It hangs around me like a thick fog, choking me and hindering my sight further.

As I reach for the bar of soap, I notice that I’m not in a completely dark abyss anymore.

Small shards of light break through the darkness as dawn breaks through night.

Now my eyes have adjusted and I can see. I no longer feel what a blind person does.

I look around with a smile on my face.

I’m no longer in the Devil’s terrain.

Ow! Damn soap got in my eyes…

It’s time to get out, for I am done.

I turn off the shower, and wring out my hair.

Before I do anything else, I hear the eerie moan of a monster that gargles water in its mouth.

Silly me, that was just the drain.

That concludes my shower in the dark.

Angels

When good people die, they do not become angels.

When anyone dies, they are reincarnated on Earth.

Angels are born in Heaven where they reside with God.

Angels are sometimes permitted to come down to Earth.

Angels watch over us, always trying to comfort and keep us safe.

When an angel dies, it snows.

An angel’s essence turns rain into snow.

Snow is like little glittering diamonds.

The loss of an angel is a great deal in Heaven.

The reason it is so cold when it snows is because the snow carries the essence of an angel—as a ghost.

When it snows, and the snow is deep enough, don’t you just love lying down in it and creating a snow angel?

Angels are very holy beings, when they die and become snow and fall to Earth, they make all the dead things lively and pretty.

Darkness

The darkness should not be feared because the darkness is nothing to be afraid of.

The darkness is misunderstood—just like the night.

The darkness is an enigmatic essence.

Darkness is in everything.

For even at the center of angelic light, demonic darkness lingers.

I do not fear the darkness, for the darkness gave me salvation.

When I am in darkness, I open my heart to it, not defying or fearing it. Although, I do not let the darkness engulf me in its fathomless shroud.

Many fear the darkness for the darkness is a dark void.

The darkness is feared out of ignorance.

Knowledge is power, and not knowing what may lurk in the darkness leaves you powerless.

The darkness should not be feared because the darkness is nothing to be afraid of.

It’s what might be lurking in the darkness that should be feared.

Snow

Falling from the heavens like little diamonds.

Falling to Earth to make it look pretty.

The dead, naked trees are dusted with snow.

The lonely, dirt roads are covered with the pristine white powder.

The world goes from a sickening slum, to something more beautiful.

The snow is a gift from the holy, celestial being humans pray to.

Bits of Heaven fall to Earth.

That is why the snow is so beautiful.

In Memory of Yami and Hikari

Aboard cloud nine…

About to plummet from the world of fantasy into reality…

Above all fact or fiction…

Across the fantastic horizon, her dreams scatter.

After nirvana, lucid insanity triumphs.

Against all odds, her calculated dementia fades too… Yet…

Along the memory of existence where they float,

Among their essences of Darkness and Light,

Around the center of one soul,

At peace, Yami and Hikari Together rest, their ideals never to perish as they exist in their lulled state.

Under the influence of love,

In bitter hatred,

Within in a thick haze, the two of them learned and grew stronger Together, attaining a bond of wholeness.

Until great turmoil stirs once again, and this is definite,

Between that which is known as reality and that labeled make believe, they, Within an Oblivion unlike any other, will reside, never forgotten, Together, Yami and Hikari,

Till death do them part, severing their nexus.

Through eternity truly, though, shall their sweet sorrow last?

Heaven’s Dark

Like craters on the moon, forever shall he remain.

In the light, yet looking to the eyes of the dark, his ghost shall always display unparallel and undying affection for a seductress of the shadows.

She misses his elusive ghost flowers forever churning in the shadows which she so closely held to her heart in her time spiraling in the abyss.

She now looks forward with hope in her heart to the eternally swaying glow of the warm fire which she hopes to be her future, after settling an opaque and turbulent past.

Forever does his voice and soul haunt her as the moon casts its enigmatic glow across the land.

Where tombstones lay, his ghost smiles softly, and there upon the petrified bodies does he lay a single rose.

The frozen angel tears which blanket the earth whisper of Heaven’s Dark caress as he crosses the land, searching for the one thing he could never let go of—the heart of light enveloped in darkness—that which he swore to protect.

The bay of a wolf at the moon startles the seductress as she casts shifty eyes around the forest which has entombed her.

Into infinity she gazes, wondering where her Heaven’s Dark lay—lost in infinite crystals of unimaginable lucidity or condemned to rest in the shards of ignorant dark.

Her heart aches as she gazes desperately towards the Lamp of Heaven.

Her frantic