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Isabella Rose Aug 18
You take your time to write yourself a muse
Upon the brittle branches in the August sky
Colours of lilac and violet dance across the sky
The sun settling in the distant end of the earth
You write the stories of the world you lost
The world that could have been upon yours
And I write to you in moments of hurried frenzy
And blissful fragments of fragility that laid its self across my body
The August sky,
You take your time to be as such
And the bottle of wine across the line of glasses that sat on the dinner table
How can one not feel younger in the presence of being loved
Of walls that to be brought down from being guarded for one to long of a moment
A moment that became a lifetime all the August months ago
A cold August it was, to dance around fire embers in the hopes they’d touch your heart and you could be as one in the flames
Isabella Rose Dec 2018
Your disgusting
your whole body
your whole mind
and everything you became
is disgusting;
disgusting
disgusting
disgusting
it was no wonder why you had been alone this whole time
it had been no wonder why you’re lonely
it had been no wonder why people had left you with pity to your name who you were
when you loved too much, or loved too little
your disgusting because of the stares people gazed from you and the fear you possessed from it
your disgusting from the trouble that you had started to get yourself into
and the way the bugs started to crawl up and down your skin
never leaving, only allowing you to feel insane
and the way your fear started to take control of your body as you were no longer able to move
you are just disgusting
disgusting
disgusting
disgusting
When I was writting this poem I was writting it in my POV so I want every single one of you reading this to know that you are beautiful is every single way, shape and form.
Isabella Rose Mar 2020
I am drifting away,
But in the hopes
That the water will take away the redness in my my eyes
As I lay underneath
Questioning my life
And the pain
That coats my soul every day
Will drown beneath misery;
that was only choking on silent broken bottles
And all the the thoughts
Of cutting my bones
And all of the problems in my life
Will fade
When the final bonds on earth
Are broken
When we drown underneath
The water
Isabella Rose Sep 2018
Hope is the most hopeless thing in the world because so often you find people saying
“I hope this”
“I hope that”
But in the end hope is the thing that kills you
Not the person you were running after
Not the dream you could have chased
Not the life you could have lived
But it was the hope that ignited your flame to be someone to something or something to someone
It was the hope that let you have that second chance because the first time didn’t **** you enough
But everyone becomes so scared of what hoping for things to happen can bring to them because they have trusted hope so much but for it to only break them into a thousand broken pieces.
Isabella Rose Oct 2018
she was insane
slowly losing her mind
Her eyes were dark with the lust of insanity
she was desperate for something to **** her,
something toxic and poisonous to enter her bloodstream
A kiss
or even
a regret
all she knew is that she wanted to feel pain
she wanted to know what it would feel like
to have her heart ripped out of her chest
she already knew that pain though
she wanted to know what it would feel like to die while living
she already had died though
And there would have been no other way
To bring life back into her
the way she had always known it before
Because she was insane
And that was all she was ever going to be
never to undo
and never to untouch the bitterness that lingered through her bones
that made her insane
Isabella Rose Sep 2018
There’s a little girl sitting alone,
there's a war in her family,
there’s a war with her friends,
and there is a war in her head.
she wants peace
because all of the wars in her life are on and off
and everything is falling to what she never wanted
what she never wanted was a war
but there is a war that is making her fall to the ground and the ground is only what has kept her standing.
but even at times floors can break and people can fall through.
Because there is a little girl sitting alone,
and there is a war in her family,
a war with her friends,
and there only ever was a war in her head.
And she doesn’t know what to do.

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