Decay's Evergreen

Decay's Evergreen

A Poem by Dahlia Phoenix

Through the shallow grave
I seek you out
Oh angel of decay
For my eyes not to see
The delicacy that flows through savage thorns

Decay be my friend
For you are the rotten smell of elegance
You aren't fake
Nor are you afraid to show your putrid feathers

You're smell intoxicates me
The dried smell of vomit and blood
Stained against rose bushes
Unforgiving as it is

Remove that perfection
For your art of terror
I seek you out
For I am now your friend.

© 2011 Dahlia Phoenix



Author's Note

Dahlia Phoenix
To me, decay is more than just rotten flesh. Sometimes it can be a form of art but I'm guessing a lot of you would think I'm nuts.

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when i read your work cant help but see myself in it, your work just reminds me so much of mine. i have so many read request pending and honestly i regret not getting to them sooner for is pieces like these that remind me why we do what we do. to portray our sorrow, our pain, our love, our emotion. Keep writing for i've become a fan of it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I don't think you're nuts at all. I actually like this poem, and I agree with you, decay can be a form of art. This is right down my alley :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


yes no or maybe you'll check it out.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Through the shallow grave
I seek you out
Oh angel of decay
For my eyes not to see


Decay be my friend
For you are the rotten smell of elegance
Never faking
Nor are you afraid to show your putrid feathers


You're smell intoxicates me
The dried smell of vomit and blood
Delicacy that flows through savage thorns

Unforgiving as it is
Remove that perfection

For your art of terror
I seek you out
For I am now your friend.


Posted 5 Years Ago


I love this. I do not believe you are nuts. I have something I wrote my wife about rotting together hand in hand... I still need to find and post. This is a natural progression of life and in my eyes is seen as beautiful.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Death is a part of life. Take a strong person to handle the dead. When the body flow of blood stopped. Body begin to rot and rejoined the earth once more. I like how you described your desire and I like the ending. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


nah to tell the truth i get you i believe in rotting ses pools are very productive becouse they posses fungi but any way i looove this poem i love how you turn the nasties things into works of art only to be admired from a far with fear of distorting them

>PROPAGANDIST

Posted 5 Years Ago


I would definitely think you were nuts :D

But to each man his/her own so i shall respect your individuality xD

Though as repulsed as i am by decay, you toned her down to almost enjoyable. You describe fully why decay has this grip over your artistic side and i understood your perspective of decay...

That really takes some skill cause making someone not sharing your view comprehend your fixation or acuity takes a talented writer with just the right words...so i applaud you for that :D

Well done...

~M.Babu~

Posted 5 Years Ago


This was dark and fascinating in its images of puterfaction and decay, of vomit and blood... Why do such stains on the rose bushes create an erotic feeling.. Perhaps it is the art of the words that are able to make beauty out of the stink of reality

Posted 5 Years Ago


Ineresting. I loved it. Although I can taste vomit right now from reading it, it was good.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Dahlia Phoenix
Dahlia Phoenix

Houston, TX



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