Ivy, The fine Vine

By Kenisha Joshi

Oh dear ivy
My dear ivy
What have thy become?
For as long as peace awaits you,
You never knew the meaning of it

Yourself, a naive little girl
wanting the world to freeze,
For she was burnt by their eyes
To ashes, till she flew and vanished into the air
In the depths of harm

Ivy,my dear
It was unexpected ,
You realized long ago
of the sins you have committed,
And now as you walk on your chosen path
Your shattered remains haunt your bleeding feet,
Yet you still dance
on that sweetening melody of your illusions.

Tell me ivy ,
What is that you hurt by ,
or the meaning of your salty tears ,
when you talk about the silence in a loud room.

Ivy, my darling
Look around , there's no one here
They are them,
The thoughts of yours, strangling you
as you try to stand on your wobbling limbs

The world is the screen, Ivy
or just maybe the skin you abuse ,
You paint your pictures
Dissociating for you
Beautiful for poets
Terror for others

I have never loved you enough, ivy
And I never will,
for I cease to exist,
while I watch you
staring closely at the stars
even if it melts your flesh .

oh my love, ivy
I'd stare at you for forever,
but I am long gone,
as you doubt me ,
If I was always just a figment of your escape .

Ivy, reveal your secrets
Let your questions find their answers in the oxygen
that you despise,
While laying in a bathtub of burning liquor
as you love the feeling of it.

Ivy,
Your existence will be infinite,
with the remains left of you.
Do you crave it?
For you await peace
As it never really knew the meaning of you

Oh Ivy, my dearest Ivy,
I am just scribbling lies,
waiting for you to read this text
while you lose yourself to the sensations
yet once more.

Ivy,
It was you, since forever,
The pure old soul
The fine vine.