rosaline-moray
Scottish
1993, / / There is truth and deceit in stars. Enjoy the beauty while it lasts. / / Book worm who values privacy, so please read my poems, comment upon my poems, add my poems to collections, even follow me if you wish, BUT.... COPYING my work is a massive no-no, as well is publishing my work on OTHER FORUMS such as instagram, facebook, twitter, and even myspace, if that still exists... also, any other social networking site that I haven't listed here. I would consider that a huge infringement upon my privacy, and if I ever feel like my wishes are not being respected, or my work being shared and distributed in ways I do NOT approve of, all of my work, and my profile will subsequently be deleted. As I said, I like my privacy.
Built like a shard of ice
She grows taller in cold climes;
In environments hostile to
And envious of
Anything that breathes.
Hard flung words may try to break her
Howling winds will shake her strength,
But she is rigid and growing sharper,
Too spiky to think of bending.
With all the potential to break,
To crack, dissipate in the onslaught of storms
She screams into the avalanche of hate and says,
I am you,
And we are one,
We are one kind
All of us are lonely
All of us are hurting
Each of us doubt the other
Only feel our body’s pain
But when you cut me
You will be the one to bleed,
One day, when you learn to feel what matters.
It doesn't matter now.
Not today, and not tonight.
The Foxes are foraging in all force,
And they will not stop until they draw blood from ice.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Father is
The strength of the tea he drinks-
He shrinks with age, but it is not evaporation.
I call it distilling.
Mother is
The rain burrowed deep –
Giving life, stripping away the moss that covers the truth of my world.
Inescapable. I cannot live without her.
Brother is
The boy who breaks my heart
More than the one who has my heart.
Come home, be done with your wicked games.
Let your pulse calm as we drink strong tea,
And listen to the rain.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Tempt me
If you can.
If your eyes sparkle,
If you're 6ft2
If your eyes are brown
Tempt me.
Dare me to see you for you, and not for being exactly like
That six foot and two inches of absolute chaos
Like that boy who never takes no for an answer and is never honest and
Doesn't know how to be functional.
It never works.
You all look the same.
And I don't like boys with blue eyes, green,
And anything in between.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
I danced with the other girls,
And you watched my feet,
I saw you in the wings.
Your eyes were dark as my knees caught the light.
Spin, reach, drop.
Get up, carry on going if you have the strength to, girl.
My hips catch the fabric of the shift.
Swaying, rolling like the sickness growing.
My waist is small but my backbone strong.
This dress is not for you,
This love song is not for you.
It's all been staged.
Necks stretch,
Heads roll.
And I leave the floor,
Feet sure.
I don't run,
But you do.
We've played this out before.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Out the door and on the street
She waits
With impatient lips.
Hands on hips.
Smiling eyes,
Sweet candy
Wrapper tacked to bottom of bright red heel.
Nobody looks at the sky.
What need is there to hide from clouds?
Rain can only wash tears and fears away.
This is a jubilant day,
Flat foot.
Coward.
How many friends do you have left?
Some are gone to pasture in fields,
Some are posturing and misunderstand.
It's not your fault.
Listen to the brass band and her voice as she calls you down,
And into the light,
Where you can become once again what you always have been,
An every day hero.
Loud Father to your children,
Proud Husband to your wife.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
I visit a city
And there is blood on the streets;
Dried blood,
War blood,
Blood from my own heart.
Women birthed here
And died along with their men.
And the babies became soldiers and bled.
And died.
And there is blood from those who dared to love
To hold taboo soulmates in the dead of night,
And they're all sleeping now, safe and tight.
Mass graves and funeral pyres
Leave for little room in their retirement.
The streets are clean,
But listen to the blood as it sings.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Feeling bereft
Isn't an odd thing, an entirely new thing, or disorienting
At all.
But my head is spinning and my guts are churning
And all
Because I cannot call you. My fingertips are stuck on the first few numbers
And the key
For the padlocked zip on my mouth...
I threw it away, out in the trash.
Along with all the common sense and hope for us I had.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
I changed.
I know
The blame lies with me.
It festers within my growing limbs
My lightening hair
And the fibers of my fight-or-flight muscles
Honed through experience
Of running into mistakes
And away from confrontation.
Your kind of confrontation.
Bully.
Best friend.
What's the difference?
They're one and the same
Now that I've changed
For the better.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
Just a little spinning oak
Leaf
Flimsy,
Born of strong roots
Destined to decay.
I wanted to be so much
More
And perhaps I will be kept pressed
In a book
In a romance novel
To mark the page.
Close to the words:
'I love
You
Dearly',
But never quite immersed.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
If I could get back all the years that I wasted
On being so perfect for you
It'd be like getting a pension.
Having so many years to spend, all at once.
But all the miles racked behind me
Would just slow me down.
When given a second chance
We rarely seem to take it.
The weary are stuck in their ways.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC