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 Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
Black rose,
There's no hope.
The colors fade away.
All there's left is pain.

Black rose,
Let it go.
There's nothing else left.
Watch the flower melt.

Black rose,
Don't you know?
Don't be crying.
Create a silver lining.

I'd rather be dead,
Than stuck in my head.
Drained of color.
It can't get any duller.

Like a black rose,
I let it grow.
I let the darkness
Engulf me long ago.
...
 Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
I used to be warm and bubbly

It was effortless

It's so much harder to be

Cold and empty

It takes so much time

So much effort

Yet I can't be anything else

Because cold and empty

Is what I am

And you can't change who you are
You can't. You are who you are. And I for one, hate change, though, I know I can't escape it.
Pounding
  Pounding
           Pounding
                            POUNding
                                         POUNDING
                      poUNDING
               POUND
ING
       ING
POUND

Everyday
It pounds
Each side
I'm on the
     ground
Crying
Cry

   Ing
How many times
Can i wish
     For
        Eternal
Dark

            Ness
My head hasnt stopped throbbing in pain for over a month now
 Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Lye
I come into this world
In the jungle, big and wide
I find a tree and cut it down
So I can see the sky

I build a small wooded hut
And place my little belongings
I long for more in my little hut
I need to make this home

Many years pass
And I finally have a place to call home
With all my favorite things
Hanging up on the walls

I love my time here
This world is my sanctuary
Yet I have to log off
But not for too long
BlueRosePoet is my bff and she and I both mad poems on the same topic. Hers is called “Life of a Minecraft soul”. Go check her out!
 Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
My mind is a box.
Filled with emotion.
And because I was curious,
I decided to let it out.
But all that came out,
Is hope.
And all I was left with,
Was everything else.
None of it good.
If there is only darkness within me,
Will there ever be any light?
I think it's a rhetorical question...I think.
Also, it's not really a box, it's a jar. A 'pythos' to be specific.
 Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen

I'm a chameleon.
But I change
so much,
and it's been
so long,
that I forgot
what color I
started with.
I'm a chameleon.
Now the
colors flow,
and eventually,
they start to
blend
together.
I used to be
a rainbow.
I'm a chameleon.
The colors
fade away.
Leaving me
behind.
Now underneath
it all,
you can only
see,
Plain, old me.
I'm a chameleon.
It's who I am.
Even though
the colors
disappeared,

I never will.

.
it takes seconds to break
what it takes years to make.
the most important things are fragile
 Jan 2019 BlueRosePoet
Ruheen
I wish someone knew.
Knew how I felt.
I've gotten so good at lying about how I feel.
No one knows and it's so easy.
It's so easy becoming a person I know I'm not.
So easy letting people believe that I trust them.
They think I'm so happy.
I've tried telling them that I'm not,
But they don't believe me.
That's how good I am.
I wish someone could see
Me crying myself to sleep.
I wish they knew
That the person I write about
Is me.
I wish. For once I didn't have to try so hard when writing. I didn't even know what I was writing until I was finished.
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