A Circumstance In Daisies

A Poetic Short Story

By Stone Bryson

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Warning: This presentation contains adult language and disturbing subject matter; reader discretion is advised.

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A trip into the darker side of love,

where insanity falls like rain from above,

where death becomes alive in a sickened mind,

and obsession breaks into your heart and your spine.

• • • • • • •

Daisies so beautiful are growing

sprouting between the cracks

within my heart.

Taken within their sun-drenched beauty

is your face

that your apart

Sun-splash the rays upon

the grass

It’s beauty cannot surpass

the way you look from head

to toe

so where else am I to go?

A desert surrounds the beauty

that is growing - threatens to choke

what I have found.

If soon don’t come a refreshing

rain daisies die without

making a sound.

Moon-glow it’s shine upon

the lake

it’s beauty is just a mistake

Compared to the stem that holds

your show

so where else am I to go?

• • • • • • •

She has promised me

a night to remember

come this Friday night.

I cannot believe she’d

consider me,

but I won’t put up a fight.

The warts will eat her brain

and neither of you know it.

they move so slow as they grow

and there is no way to stall it.

She has given me

a glimmer of hope,

kindles a fading a light.

I feel the man

rise up in me,

and I know she’ll do me right.

The warts are chewing quickly

and she won’t see Friday night.

She is not crazy, just picking daisies,

for Friday afternoon, she’ll die.

• • • • • • •

Though the thickness, though a cloud of smoke,

a hand reached though to my very soul.

Opening up my heart and my mind,

allowing me to spread my wings open to fly.

Comprehension is nowhere to be found,

but it will not matter, once I’m off the ground.

Now all I want, is a little skydance,

drop some of that, circumstance.

Soon you will see me, skyward bound,

once sweet circumstance gets me off the ground.

At first I didn’t know what to do,

then I realized I had to follow you.

When you had died I was so far down,

But now I understand...

your soul’s just off the ground.

Following you is my only romance,

drop some of that, circumstance,

that circumstance will take me to the clouds,

so I can sour with you off of the ground.

• • • • • • •

As I approach insanity

that’s caused from facing reality.

I refuse to accept the possibility

that you are never gonna be with me.

So I lay all alone, in a waterbed,

still won’t believe the truth that you’re dead.

The last light of sanity blows out in my head,

- the river of teardrops I have to shed

again... and again... and again,

teardrops fall like showers,

until I see your body unchained

I shall pick from the petals of flowers...

she loves me?... she loves me not?...

she loves me?...

she loves me not!

Shit.

• • • • • • •

You were gonna be mine,

that hopeful night.

Warts were growing,

why couldn’t you fight...

Listen to me!

You promised roses,

a vase to the stack,

how was I to know

that the roses would be black.

I still want you!

Oh my god, the sin in my mind,

but I really wouldn’t want any other kind.

Maybe forgiveness isn’t out of reach,

I’ll pick a daisy, maybe she'll teach...

Why yes, she says...

Love, you know, comes in different forms,

why, there’s the porcupine, they’re still lovelorn.

look in the corner, godforsaken mice,

love to torture you, but still find companionship nice.

So I can love you!

Though all this, the carriage is drawn,

driving a road that... wait a second!

DID SHE SAY MICE???...

• • • • • • •

Get away from me,

can’t you see I’m defenseless,

I can’t even move,

why are you so relentless

You fucking mice,

You ain’t very nice

You wait till I’m asleep,

dreaming of her,

move in the walls,

jerk and a stir.

Fucking mice,

ain’t very nice.

Are you here to eat me alive,

you little bastards, it’s quarter till five.

Get out of my bed, get out of house,

nothing more I hate than a fucking mouse.

Mice...

Oh my GOD, I feel that I’m dying,

won’t you send her back to me?

I cannot bare these agonies -

a circumstance in daisies.

• • • • • • •

Glass, glass, shatter around me,

play with the thoughts in my head.

Moving about all around me, the dawn,

the light I always dread.

Pictures, pictures moving in frames

in unison to the beat.

May I... make a suggestion,

let me die - I’ll be your treat.

Everything falls all around me,

crashes in my face.

As I look, down the well,

I can see myself going to hell.

Now isn’t that a cherry thought?

are you there?

If your in heaven I’ll miss you,

smiling there.

Thoughts of total madness,

no comprehend.

Fuck all of world and it’s treasures,

give me sin.

• • • • • • •

Hello?… Who are you?

How did you know my name?

The eyes of my very center are yours

just the same.

Is this a dream that’s screaming,

of are you really sad?

Do you find me angelic,

or am I Satan’s lad?

Pointless information,

you simply can’t be real.

Talking to my spirit,

my life you are to steal.

Whitewashed daisies are dancing

in the yard,

screaming for someone to help them -

so hard.

Is my mind so stable,

so as you believe.

Crossing the street of madness

hoping to relieve.

Panic will soon beseech me -

dreams will be smashed.

All of my hopes, with a twist

of the doorknob will be trashed.

My eyes are too unstable,

completely blank of life.

Look into the hallway,

A black rose you will find.

All of the doors are screaming,

which one do I choose?

Does it really matter...

any way I lose.

Knock, knock?… I cannot hear you,

you’ll have to kick down the door.

Next time… that you see me

you’ll have to scrape me off the floor.

So long, everybody.

Sorry I cannot stay.

Whitewashed daisies are screaming,

today is my day.

No need to be sad now,

no need for you to cry.

You know that I will miss you

but I say it’s time to die.

Loneliness, it does haunt me,

my sweetie, are you there?

I hope to soon join you

at the fair.

• • • • • • •

Oh, my, you poor fool,

reality touched you not.

If it had

you would have seen,

your sanity begin to rot.

Her death, it betrayed you,

but fault was not properly faced.

If it had

you would have seen,

in the mirror, your guilty face.

You pointed your guns

and shot the wrong way.

Turned off the lights

and thought it was day.

Dug you a hole

for treasure not present.

broke parole -

without consent.

Screamed “I need you”,

to no one around.

Opened your wings

without leaving the ground.

Kept up a search

for someone dead and gone.

Too much circumstance,

now you’ve sang your final song.

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