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Brianne Rose Nov 2019
There was once a girl...this girl decided to write to her hearts content. passionate poems of love, dark scary tales of woe, you name it she wrote it, but one day someone came up to her and asked,
"Why do you write such garbage? like seriously, you'll never be any good, cause this just ain't your thing, so hurry up and quit wasting our time with your waste of space and just stop already, my god"
...
This however, took the girl by total surprise, she had honestly thought her works where good, she kept getting such good responses and so many likes on each poem she wrote....
so where had this come from?!
...
She didn't understand, so she shoved it out of her mind and continued, but with each new work came new insults:
"wow, what utter trash"
"you call this good?"
"what a load of crap!"
"don't make me laugh"
"you should just hurry up and quit writing such ****** 'work'"
"hurry up and just stop already"
"woooooooooooow, this is good...NOT!"
"kys you dumb ----"
"just die"
...
And so it continued. each work garnered a new response.
the girl tried to ignore them all, but then the one hater grew to more and more and more, soon she had an entire mob of them yelling "KYS" at her.
....
she had had enough, so she asked,
"do you really want me to stop?"
she got her responses soon enough,
and by the following monday she had made headline news:
The Poet Who Commited Suicide.
...
At least they got what they wanted....right?
Not suicidal, just wrote this because...well idk why. it just seems...fitting
Brianne Rose Nov 2019
It's ever fickle with how it appears,
one moment you don't know it's there the next it shows up uninvited,
you know it supposed to bring you joy, make you laugh,
but it can be just as kind as it can be cruel.

It wont tell you when it shows up, it wont tell you when it leaves,
this two faced thing called Happiness,
it's something the world fears, something the world enjoys,
it hides in the shadows of others, openly lets itself be displayed on the faces of the rest.

it takes from you and you don't notice until it leaves,
leaving you feeling as depressed and as sad as before it arrived,
it teeters on the edge of welcoming and hated,
driving its steel knife further and further in as it watches you,
twisting and turning, writhing and rolling.

but if you've had enough of this thing, this....Happiness.
let it be known that as you take your final breathe,
say your final goodbye,
and wave your final wave,
know.
know that the world will not wave back.
it will never wave back.
made this just tonight, decided to write something that kinda reflects my life rn. Criticism welcome i guess.
Awake on that morning not dressed in costume but with the words of evil.
Take your wildest fantasy and throw it in the flame of dark,
Flying out of control like the soul of a raven and crow.
Guard the gate with your boiled nose and cheeks and your poison tipped fangs,
Show them that you are worthy and belong.

Live through that day not decorating but hiding away from the light and natural.
Burrow your soul under spells or wooden floors and allow him to borrow it,
Let the smoke inhale you for a change.
When you feel the melted wax seep into your skin,
Prepare for the hardened struggle and clench Death when you can.

Flourish through that night with the bristled fur flowing down your spine,
With those wretched wings stretching out of your mutated bones and mangled skin.
Collecting candy through the sugared blood in your victims,
You find your own Heaven before you descend to Hell.
Dig the dirt beneath you with your curled claws and let your inner Demon howl for all the times you made Them feel pain.
Your mind was small, innocent,
And you rested your head against a mothers red breast
During the dark and cold Winter nights.
The pure feeling of protection was all you could ever feel,
Oh, how you would change.

You slightly knew what "love" was and had the unhealthy desire
For a red rose to bring your grey and soul-less eyes to tears.
You were wrong and failed to see the good things you already had
And decided to push them away, because you were never taught
How to notice.

Memories lurk, especially those of his forbidden silver lust for you
That would result in your red blushing cheeks.
You both have a deep hatred for that.
He lied, forced, and sickened you, so much to the point
That he stole your happiness.

And, today, you have learnt to constantly be aware of things
Which is now called, your friend, Paranoia.
Learn to live with him, though,
For he is just a reminder that all this time
All you wanted was a warm red hand
To perfectly hold your to-be flourishing, only presently sooty lifeless ashes.
Brianne Rose Jun 2019
"Stay with me, please. You don't need to go!"
"You know I can't - "
" - Can't? or won't?"
"..."
"...fine,then leave. It's what you're best at after all."
"..."
A car door slams, an engine sputters to life, tires crunch over gravel, and red tail lights light up a lone man standing on his porch.
~
" - Please just - "
"I said no! You know I can't stay! Why?! Why do you always have to ask?!"
"Look at you! scars, fresh bruises, you flinch every time I raise my hand."
"..."
"Please, just - "
"Just. Stop. I can't"
"Can't? or..."
"..."
Again a car door slams, again an engine starts, and again tires crunch over gravel, and once more red tail lights shine upon a man standing on a porch.
~
"Please, please, stay with me! please! nonononono, don't close your eyes! STAY WITH ME"
"..."
"...please"
"...i'm..."
"please"
"...s-sorry..."
"no, please! please don't go...."
"..."
"please"
A pulse stops, a last breath has been breathed, lungs no longer struggling to keep functioning. A hand falls limp, gray eyes staring at a man on his porch, as red and blue lights bathe him and the still body laying there in his lap. He hears the sound of the sirens, ambulance and police vehicles alike as they pull up the drive.
It's too late
~
A car door shuts, tires crunch over gravel, and red tail lights shine upon a man dressed in all black standing at the gates of a graveyard.
He enters.
He pays his respects but before he leaves he swears he hears her voice,
"Please....stay - "
" - with me", he finishes softly, he turns to a headstone - marble per the request - and looks at the name carved on it.
"I can't, you know I can't", he then turns and walks away leaving the stone behind.
A figure appears in front of it and watches him leave,
"Can't...or...wont?"
There is no response.
~
Lilly Lunaeras
DOB: 1/1/96
DOD: 1/1/2018
"This star may have fallen, but it forever remains up in the heavens above.shining with all the other fallen stars"
random write i did a while back, figured i should get to posting my works again.
Brianne Rose Mar 2019
Across Hyrule he shall roam,
After Navi finds him and gives him his cue,
He shall visit Ranches, Castles, Villages, even a Tomb,
While wandering new garb he'll find - Wearin Green, Red, and even Blue.

This man - too old, too pure - rages at almost every turn,
Throwing controllers and yelling loud,
Cursing as he watches his stream crash and burn,
Not caring yet always aware if he's doing so in front of a crowd.

A streamer true,
A rager pure,
Old Man Skip is a runner for you,
Plays it once, plays it twice, but he'll play it for sure.

His highs and lows are far yet few,
Good days, bad days every day in-between,
He still greets everyone with smile weather old or new,
Stick around a while tell what you've seen.

Wave a hello, say a good-bye,
But always know:
Heroes are forever remembered - but Legends?
Legends Never Die
Made this for a good friend of mine :D feel free to comment
  May 2018 Brianne Rose
Sally A Bayan
Nothing...had enchanted me more,
than that big yellow rose...
bright, stunning at the tip of its tall stem,
soft petals.....yet to fully unfurl,
its inner part...a soothing light shaded swirl...
i sniffed a bit of its fragrance,
and felt its softness...but,
i got pricked by a hidden thorn,
---
just a tiny puncture...yet,
my finger bled so much...
---
i walked on through the garden,
...with my pricked finger inside my mouth,
i was amazed by other flowers, more colorful ones,
but, the yellow, pink, red roses outshone them all...
with care this time, i touched a  big pink,
slowly.........and, again, i didn't see,
another thorn was in the way
---
it was more painful
it bled even more...
---
i stood thinking, while bleeding...
its beauty, its silky feel...its
fragrance that lingers in the mind
would all be difficult to resist,
the pain from the thorns...harder to forget,
but, i'd still want to walk through this vast
garden....live this life...and seek those roses
feel them...be inspired...over and over
---
never mind the spikes!
never mind the pain!
---
love is beautiful like a rose
a rose is beautiful like genuine love,
there are thorns...hindrances and
hurdles, that come with its beauty....yet,
that wonderful feeling of loving,
and being loved, in return,
the wanting, the longing for it,
never dies...the fear of bleeding,
is ignored,
---
for, what is life without love?
and what is love without pain?
---
isn't love lovelier...more hopeful
the next time around?
---
a rose could never be a rose
without its many thorns...
---

Sally

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 11, 2018
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS!!!
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