Rozalia: Favorites

Nov 2019 Rozalia

Matt Buyanga

I appreciate everything that you do,
Very helpful and thoughtful too.
From the beginning, you've been there for me,
When I was down, you were strong like a tree.
You offer so much, a heart that is kind,
Thinking to help others, in your beautiful mind.
Your qualities combined, are extremely rare,
You wake up each morning, with a smile and care.
Everything you do, I respect and praise,
You're a wonderful person, you always amaze.
Wish to say thank you, deep in my heart,
For so many lives, you're a big part.

Aug 2019 Rozalia

Overpriced Lemonade

Aug 2019 Rozalia

Em MacKenzie

Overpriced Lemonade

If life gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this time.

#overpriced #lemonade #life #lessons #lemons #lime #reality

Aug 2019 Rozalia

Trust In Silence

Aug 2019 Rozalia

Sarita Aditya Verma

Trust In Silence

Trust delves and dives deep into the sea of silence
To be enriched by the hidden treasures of another heart
Not found in the shallow depth of
words of many

Jan 2019 Rozalia

Beautiful things cry

Jan 2019 Rozalia

Ashari Ty

Beautiful things cry

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too

Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)

#sky #beautiful #cry #you #can #why #clouds #skies #things #have

Dec 2018 Rozalia

How to Be a Writer

Dec 2018 Rozalia

Ally Ann

How to Be a Writer

A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't

#poem #writer #writing #inspiration #poetry #words #life

Nov 2018 Rozalia

Eastern White Pine

Nov 2018 Rozalia

Anna Marie Ciacciarella

Eastern White Pine

i wonder, at what age
you became out of my reach;
i wonder, if i even
tried reaching for you

i know that history leaves its mark on everyone
(but not many have been hurt by the tracks
left behind in the dirt
like you have)

you can sit there for days, weeks, months
while we contemplate your fate,
tossing the choices in our hands
like dice

you hear the word expendable
mumbled in countless conversations
and wonder, at what age
you became in our reach

you think of the family you left behind
and hope they will find their way to tennessee
to a better life that is
quiet. peaceful.

will they miss your selflessness;
your keen, incisive way with words;
the bumps and hills of your rough skin;
the smell of your perfume?

i miss your evergreen smile;
your poetry;
your skin against mine;
the wonder in your eyes

First Draft

#eastern #white #pine #draft #nature #environment #poetry #love

Aug 2018 Rozalia

Forever

Aug 2018 Rozalia

Masego Pitso

Forever

Lately..i've been floating in a pool full of tears and sadness.
My whole body reeks of pain and is covered in flaws, cuts and failed second chances.

My heart has been my only friend. As i thought i was the only one in pain, she's also hurting. Her other half was stolen.

She's broken, i can tell by the way she beats. She now beats anger, sadness and regrets.

Her presence makes me cry..she's weary but pretends to be okay.
"You're not supernatural !" As I forbid and shout to the top of my lungs..

We've been talking since morning, its now dawn.
She then told me a story and had me reminiscing on my naive and selfish ways :

He called me his "forever" and swept me off my feet.
He took me to the 9th cloud. I laid my head down on his chest and listened to him while he'd calm my broken soul.

He'd buy me a bunch of flowers and chocolates..lots of them! Then he'd call me "angel face".

I was happy, i really was so i gave him a piece of my soul. He took it and went into a mysterious portal. I ran to my heart, fell on top of her thighs and cried myself to sleep.

When i woke up, i saw a peice of her missing. Her other half. He stole from her!
He called me his "forever". Brought fake smiles and fake "i love you" from where ever planet he's from.

He left, now we are scarred.."forever"..