cherry-rose
I have been writing since I was 9 or 10. I do not write poetry to rhyme I write prose. Some from life experiences others inspired by my muse. My mind is never silent I write constantly, not always posting for others to read but I do write what is not silent. Most of my writing consists of Yes dark writes , sensual romance Note:My writing is copy written apart from it being about my life who can steal life experiences or what ones own mind speaks. I love to read and yes I as any writer does do become inspired by other writers. Please understand I do not take my life and my copy written posts lightly. Just as all writers ink spills from the depth of ones own soul,something no matter how hard anyone tries can be copied or stolen please do tag me if it is allowed I do enjoy reading .If you wish your writing NOT to be shared on Facebook or anywhere else please let me know so I may respect you and your pens. I came here to write and read nothing more , Thank you ~ cherry rose
Sadness touches the lines on her face.
A face that was once smooth with grace.
Age came visiting and left the trace,
Now she is searching to find her place.
Beauty did once belong to her,
She believed it would last forever.
But time has marked her like the weather,
She is now lost amongst the wild heather.
Once they used to call her the Celtic Queen.
For many her beauty was always seen,
Now faded like an actress on the silent screen.
She is wondering why life seems like a scene.
She sometime wishes that she could die,
Because for her faded beauty she will cry.
If to be beautiful again she would try,
Beauty has left her and she ponders why.
But if she opened her eyes to see,
That in my eyes she is always beauty.
Time come to us as it has to be.
My Celtic Queen always is beautiful to me.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Some days you feel you just cant and don't want to go on, The games have gotten old, tears streaming down my face I can tell you which each tear drop means and what lays within it for my heart is breaking from each one. How I wish I had already finished this journey, Lathargic, I sit here staring at the walls not wanting to think, yet longing to numb my every tear that steals a heartbeat; a breath at a time. Why must I be made to feel helpless to block your choice on the wrong road, While you think your only best friend is lifting that stench of liquor to your lips , with each sip you are killing your spirit while mine silently weeps. Robbing my heartbeats as you forget the lies and forget to whom it was told . If truth were spoken from the start no lie would have to be remembered. Draining my will with not just the tears but the games played with my heart and mind. How I long to believe, but the truth reveals each and every lie. Breaking my spirit where escape is the only place I want to be. You think your actions only hurt you . . . But they destroy this spirit ,so lift that bottle to your lying lips, tell those stories to cover your addiction. But please leave me in this place where I can no longer feel , leave me to cry these tears filled with nothing but lies .
© cherry rose 2015
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
She sketches the outline
Them darkens the pencils
Adding traces of fine shade
Time passes and her skill shows
As the picture begins to form
To stand out for the viewer to see
Each drawing is with loving care
They are like children to her
Nutured and made with love
Fairies dance with radiant colour
You can almost feel their smiles
The art glows as if it is alive
There is magic on that paper
That comes alive when you look
The perfection of a true artist
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
That burning sensation that stops me in my tracks, When I cant move my hands or take one more step, I want to let my knees hit the ground and bury my head into my self . Anywhere that the pain cannot be seen. I want to run till my body collapses from exhaustion. People see me laugh, smile, even when the pain strikes I smile and wait till I can escape holding my hands begging please make the pain stop ,please let them expand just enough to be able to turn the key, lift a cup of coffee, or grant me a nights sleep and let me wake up ready to fool the world again. I hide my port scars and any scars that cannot be seen by smiling through the torment left from the aftermath of survival. People say wow you look great, I SMILE and say yes I'm doing well. Why share what they honestly do not want to know . ( no the cancer is not cured,) yes I'm in remission , yes it will awake with a wrath, and yes not a day goes by I don't face chemo side affects. No. No . No. The only thing they will see is the smile and the facade that cancer is just something you read about not something that touches your life in someone you know. So the day I finally depart from this place it is not because of cancer it is because I chose to with grace and dignity. But yes I am just as human as you. But live with what makes me who I am, and moves through me in silence for an uncertain time.
(c) copyright of my life cherry rose Feb 2015
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
I cannot promise you any set number of years. We both know fate has control of a part of our lives. I can promise you that for as long as I breathe I will love you with every fiber of my existence, I can promise you that I will give you all that I am. I can promise you love like you have never known I cant say felt for there are things that have brought us to where we are now. I can say forever because I will love you beyond forever and eternity even if I love you from where wings flutter as whispers from hummingbirds or doves, maybe even angel wings. I can hope it will show and give you a love to carry within you always. You gave me back my dreams and fantasy with reason to believe in love once again . I promise to cherish us and our love even if it is from another place but my heart is yours till forever and eternal. when I say I love you it is as you say for always and I say forever .
© 2015 cherry rose
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Let me be your canvas , leave your words imprinted upon me, let it begin with the touch of your lips kiss.
Don't leave a part of me untouched with each stroke. Let your fingers write out every desire setting me and my body on fire. Only you , your heart and soul will and can leave your autograph etched upon my skin with the feathered quill gliding from head to toe. Leave it placed upon and within me, engrave into me your every fantasy where they will bloom with the colors of your ever so sweet nectar you left embedded inside me. I will be your story where there is a beginning but never an end. For you breathed life into your story beginning with the true lovers kiss and the stroke upon this canvas now that craves to read more of your biography and bioliogy. This is where your ink gently inscribed will remain forevermore.
© copyright ~cherry rose 2015
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Blinded by choice. Shh why cant you hear those silent cries? She is reaching out with her misunderstood voice.
You cannot see that invisble exit she seeks. She can, hearing those beckoning her spirit, as she reaches into another dimension not fearing touching deaths blade. Tired of the uphill journey just to let her name be spoken upon those lips that dont see or feel the difference. Selective in what emotions they want to feel. She can walk by her very breath unheard as her heartbeat slowly aches and wants to fade away. Feeling her existence is just that, it appears a shell,where echos can be heard now that her heartbeat has flatlined. She is finally free from the weight of hiding her heart and how her own family exited and evicted themselves from her when .....
She lived.
(C) 2015 cherry rose
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
Laying here caught up in the anticipation of your kiss, Oh how you tease me; tracing my lips with the brush of your breath. Slipping your hands lightly down the curve of my waist; and upon my hips. The way you make me arch my back to meet your touch,as you pull me in closer . . . Such calmness as you whisper " I love you, need, and desire you!" A sigh escapes me. Biting my lip, I crave to feel you as an imprint upon my skin. How you make me hunger for that moment our lips meet. Getting lost within each other's minds as our hearts beat, you pause looking deep into my eyes reading every secret my soul keeps. When did you find your way through every curve and path into me. Now we both surrender into our dreams that began with the stroke of your pen. A lovers fantasy turned into our eternity.
© copy write cherry rose 2015
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
They say how can you feel utterly alone, What they don't see is they just made you feel this way. You ask may I join you on your adventures today as you awoke full of life and energy, They found every reason why you should not be part of their adventure. Instead of watching them trying to catch their breath filled with lies and excuses. Why cant they just say no not today. Can they not see that through the darkness you reached, But instead of feeling the warmth of their light, You felt the jolt singe your skin, You back away when you were able to peer into their heart. That fire burning was not the warmth of light welcoming in it was meant to push you away. They set the pace with whispers, thinking you did not hear, the look in both their eyes reveals their truths of both their hearts. One day you will feel what you did , said, and how you treated others will come back at you and say " hey remember me?" Now it's your turn to feel how you hurt others and their pain inflicted by your mind and actions. Do you think you will be able to withstand their pain or will their hurt and loneliness consume you. Yes laugh now and go ahead and think that you gained between two hearts blackened with your malice, but one day it will be back to visit you when you sip from the truth filled inside the chalice . © cherry rose
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC