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Sep 2014 · 1.7k
Ex bestie
Rose Sep 2014
Today I saw you
Tonight I forgot
Sep 2014 · 291
Gosssssip
Rose Sep 2014
I am just me in an empty sea
Of absolutely insane women
Trying to make sense of myself
I feel so different from everybody
I spent my life thinking you were talking about me
Why did I feel this way?
I was a distant, distant, distant thought..
Sick sick *****

All I can trust is my gut
Y'all tell lies
One after another
You're just puking on each other
What's the point of family ties
Sep 2014 · 288
Barely Edited
Rose Sep 2014
Sometimes I think I could get up and leave
Stand on my own two feet, just me wandering
A vision so clear, deserted wasteland
Outside a building where many strangers stay
But that's only me with a dark heavy heart
Not the woman standing before you today

I've been instilled a sense of family
Come back home before I kick your *** mentality
And sometimes I think about going back there too
Sometimes I think that a forced smile and conversation
Is better than none at all.
I can feel the couch beneath me and the tv screen screaming at me
And I can feel the shiver on my skin, breathing my cold old empty room
I don't live there anymore
These days my smiles are few and far between
But they are genuine as heaven
Jul 2014 · 419
Why do we lie to each other
Rose Jul 2014
Place my hand over your stomach
Your entire torso really
Just craving some physical contact

I walked along the beach in the middle of the night
My psychosis claimed me
And I became a slave to the sand behind my feet
The current running underneath
You snored along, absently
Alcohol ate you alive
And I survived

I survived

I just want to cover each grain of sand
With a tear drop
A broken heart for all the millions that scatter the earth
I don't want to sob
I want to release
A demon that's been eating at the inside of me
And then I want to laugh
I want to run
I want to fall out of breath and collapse to the ground
I want to dig and find something so remarkable
I combust at the sight
A million pieces
Becoming the sand
Cursed

I want to be nothing like my mother
And if that offends any of my followers
I am sorry
Maybe after the 4th kid
And nearly 20 years between
You stop giving a ****
But all I know
Is I have seen
The tenderness,
The sincerity,
And most delusional moments
All radiate
From the same bright blue green eyes
Frightening, spraying spit all over my face
And sadness seeped in and devoured me
I spill tears (years) as I'm writing
I was left all over
So much hate

Sometimes when I write I try to be dishonest but
What's the point when you can hear me in the next room
I wish I was someone you were proud of
I know I'm just a recluse, but
I'll raise my baby different from you


Most times when I want to hide
It's when you're showing me the most poignant parts of me
I can hear your grandson snoring

I love his sense of sleep
Jun 2014 · 1.9k
exboyfriend
Rose Jun 2014
I lost me when I had you
Hadn't moved an inch when you
Came back around
Underneath the porch steps
Small enough to fit into
Cracks in the pavement
I'd of done anything you asked

Flirt with me, come with me
I want to hear your voice
I want to touch your face
Try and fill an open wound
Leave feeling displaced
Never forget those eyes
Burning sunsets in my mind
I think I'd let you in
Again, again, again
but you're in prison
Mar 2014 · 1.5k
cabin fever
Rose Mar 2014
Icy snow melted hot
Down the driveway
I stubbed my toe and
Bled all over your sheets
I'm fumbling through letters
Trying to find the right -
I wish I didn't see that
Wish I hadn't felt the sun
Icy snow melted running
Straight into the hand that fed me



I often think
that we
could be
the only ones
Nov 2013 · 553
maggie
Rose Nov 2013
everywhere i went
there were giant holes
in my heart i know
it was not better then

you sleep so peacefully
sometimes you cry out
i reach and pull you close to me
we breathe each other in

i once felt so unsure of everything
it was hard to let life keep happening

but i don't cry anymore
Rose Jun 2013
I've never looked at you the way you look at me
Like I shouldn't have ever left my room
Should I stay home so that you don't see me and get angry?

Are you bothered because you don't understand how I could be happy?
Are you bothered because society says I'm supposed to be miserable in this situation, but I'm not?
Are you bothered because I'm breaking the rules,
I'm not following the path, I've thought outside the box?
Are you bothered because I can accept what life throws at me?
Are you bothered because you'll never feel as content as I do,
Even with the hardships I face?
Are you bothered that I'm not worried?
Do you just not know how to feel unafraid?

why am I judged so harshly

My heart is breaking for the rest of humanity
Why do I come home and cry
When I've never felt so beautiful?
I guess I just don't understand
How making other people feel small
Could make you feel big
May 2013 · 1.6k
dandelion
Rose May 2013
i swear

flames once engulfed everything
and bombs blew away half the buildings
but somehow
we survived
look
despite all of it
small children
they play
birds
they soar and sing

this is a new beginning
Apr 2013 · 731
E-A-S-Y
Rose Apr 2013
we spend our childhoods dreaming
really envisioning
what we'll become

maybe it's that childish thinking
that's kept my life so easy
maybe it's just me but I know
true happiness is not an impossibility

trouble comes and trouble goes
right out the door it goes
keep it there or soon you'll find
you've left your life and love behind

it's that easy.
Jan 2013 · 707
travel with confidence
Rose Jan 2013
take me some place foreign
a place where i can grow
these skies and i are misaligned

i want to sing
i too can float
set me out to sea
the wind will carry me

lovers become theives
children they believe
dreamers you won't defeat

so i keep looking out the window
i must see past the night
there's someone in the garden
a queen with no stage fright
she's standing at the window
doing just as i do
and would you look at this,
we're wearing the same shoes
Nov 2012 · 1.2k
At My Dining Room Table
Rose Nov 2012
at my dining room table
a different language is spoken
everything is sweet
and nothing is broken
legs are crossed at the ankles
smiles hang in frames

these people from pictures
they're not yet burned
I've not yet heard

Oh, no, thank you.
Well, maybe a drink.
I've come a long way.


we don't seem so different anymore
breaking through the walls
floating down the steps
and crashing down the hall
they bounce around from ear to ear
or so I think
until they're here
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
Nobody likes their boss
Rose Nov 2012
Swallowed a fragment of a prayer
For an angel that's been pillaged by monetary gain
Not a shred of humanity remains

We can get by with just a couple of things
Like love, like faith
Like respect, hope and positivity
Do you see no worth in these?
How dare you think that way?
That we exist to serve you
That we are sailors on a ship of greed
Wouldn't you like to be happy?

You've been abandoned by your crew

And you always thought you were doing good

Ha
*******.
Aug 2012 · 701
alpha dog
Rose Aug 2012
the thing about the day is
that it always caves in
around you and you're buried
by its walls
but me, you see,
i've dug a grave
so there's no ******* way
i'll live to see them fall

so here's my messy bundle of words
syllables and vowels that never come out good


oh, and just to be fair..
i know you don't care
there's no way you could
Rose Aug 2012
just because I love you
well it don't mean I won't leave you

aw ****, what's life without love?

Hopefully you'll see me
someday
shortly

I know you can see the red light in the stars
Are you breathing finally?
with Faith, you'll see
all I can do is keep you in love with me
Relax with me, you'll see

I am the downpour that makes your petals bloom
I will fight till the fall for you



from the patient soil we will see
the king blossom with his seed
Jun 2012 · 608
keep you in love with me
Rose Jun 2012
I wear these untruthful accessories
So you don't get sick of me
..or worse..
angry..
When you ought to be proud.
From the honest, patient seed
You will see
a blooming King
Finally breathing with faith

Stars that shine red make me scared to get out of bed
Fearful of all the wrong things I will do
But so are you
Scared of truth.

All I can do

is

try to keep you
in love with me.
i miss the sound of the keys
Apr 2012 · 1.0k
just goin' to have fun
Rose Apr 2012
it is hard to write poetry
when one is in love
everything is a bouquet of roses, breakfast in bed
fairytale happy endings
not a life to illustrate with words
they've said it all before

do you want to read of my pleasantries?
there is nothing new
all of it is something you already know
good buddies, margaritas, familiarity

get out while you can!
why, I can't find a life worse than a rat in a cage!
and though bars are of steel

the beds are of cotton
we sleep like angels in heaven

I've found some sort of peace in
breathing easy
Apr 2012 · 868
flowers bloom
Rose Apr 2012
so what happens now?
you find the one that can always make you smile

and what crawls
out of the bottom
of the well
won't help you flourish

bright pink and yellow
fall finally into life
days go, they die
flowers bloom then they die.
Mar 2012 · 813
for the cheer
Rose Mar 2012
she takes her sun and she goes
woah
this was for you and not for me
from the beginning for eternity
i never amounted to anything
she takes her sun and she burns slow
but not to me
now what were we but heaven sent
hell bent on getting it
polished, restored back
to congruency -
repetitive distant make believe

electricity
lights her face
at an alarming rate
the thoughts of you swarm my memory

i shut the door and here i am
on my own in this room again
this light makes me look so *****
you know this time it didn't feel that good
a rocket took off and crash landed
no it never reached the top
wasn't good enough
couldn't fill the cup
like the elevator operator got beat up
and when we hit the bottom,
he drowned in his own blood

i missed the spot so
when i was woven into polyester couch cushions at the end,
and you didn't give a ****,
well i couldn't blame you after all it was my fault
you're in bed, you're sick as ****
i'm trying but still
"there's nothing you can do
this is it"



now for whatever reason
i've been starving all my demons
till the changing seasons
cease
and there are no more lesions
on my heart of recent treason
oh i love the feeling of completion
but there is a girl
a little ways down the avenue
solid and tortured looking
like a statue

in a red hat
with a red nose
and a red back
she counts her bills - ego altruistic
for the fear
if you read this you would say
"talk about free-verse"
and i would
then you'd say
"it's only good if you're reading it to me"
so i would.
Mar 2012 · 645
And now he's all I know
Rose Mar 2012
From Spring I gained
a little bird - born
From a chill of
Cold - and now he's
All I Know

A lily grew
Right next to me
Serenity and pleasantries
Sat first row
At our show


your small laugh
is the applause
i so long
to hear
your small grasp
is all i ask
to hang and say
"keep me here"


Where is that swollen princess?
Could've sworn I left her near
somewhere (it's unclear)
beneath the palm trees (what's fair?)
and the rocks - (over here!) -
piling over the years.
She must be lost - oh!
Who's surprised?
Never been one to consider much time


Now we're left
Here always bewildered
Feb 2012 · 615
Number One III
Rose Feb 2012
i love your ***** skin and
the sound of your snores which
rattle my ear drums
i fall asleep,
my back curved to your torso
every night is a gift
and waking up with
your arms around my ribs
baby i am blessed
i love your ***** skin

more rapid than the waters,
i love you hotter than the sun
so lost in your movements
you are the only one
Feb 2012 · 1.1k
bombs of nonsense
Rose Feb 2012
whose life and love deserves to be held in my palm?
the trail i leave behind stains of you and mine
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is a miscalculated bomb

alongside us,
the stars kiss the reservoir
inaudible thoughts
you press on the clutch
and gears start shifting
i am
the great white moon
you see
his wet wavy reflection

when something grips and takes you over
a fleeting thought of remembering
a post-season bird misplaced and depressing
one word they said that triggers your next
whatever it may be,
look at me
look at this place
look how hard i am trying
for sense to someday make

inevitably you are lost,
like a flower in the snow
but my darling, can't you see?

don't you know?

love is ticking
love is finding
and deactivating
Feb 2012 · 669
Strangers in The Hallway
Rose Feb 2012
There is no fixing these people
Nor escaping this place
Despite what the bottle says
That drink won't help you shrink
So grow bigger than them, on your own
Bigger than judgement,
Than their attempts to make you hurt
All it took was a look for support to send them running
Behind them a trail,
Blazing true colors

My family grows smaller
And I get stronger
But somehow I've always known
I had a good teacher
Jan 2012 · 510
Sing Truthfully
Rose Jan 2012
Why are you sad?
"Because I can't get what I want."
What you want is just too much
Oh, you're at a loss
and for this procedure - well -
it just seems like a lot
Too high a cost and
I think you've had enough

There's a fire in your touch
Running a race to win
I insist upon a finish
Have to remind myself
Not to push myself

So hard I try but
This* isn't about this

So now I write lyrically
follow a cadence
sing truthfully
Sometimes I can feel my veins
pressing through each cell of skin
As if even they
are planning an escape
but they
are not in charge of Me

So why are you sad?
I ask myself again
and the conversation to follow
contains no words worth mentioning

I've had enough
it is I who wins
Jan 2012 · 1.1k
Pine Trees Swimming
Rose Jan 2012
I'm listening to your foreign conversation
Distracting me from my study of mood rings
- repeating cycles, I should say.
A wide open view of blue greys
Behind pine trees
Density reminds me to reminisce
I shake my head
I think the kid who left - the lanky one
With glasses and greasy blonde hair -
Did it for the sake of chivalry - offering
His seat to me. I like to think this
But probably not.
Maybe he was late to class
And I Am Just
- well, What's your diagnosis,
doctor?

Thank you, everyone!
For all your existence
Some days I wonder how to find
Beauty in all of this - The joy is in
Acceptance, at the end of it
I saw a stream that ran into
A lake escaped into the Atlantic
and then drowned the entire Earth.
Jan 2012 · 495
Number One II
Rose Jan 2012
The emotions evoked in me
Are nothing short of extraordinary
Revolutionary drug
You supply to me

Whisper through a bottle of wine
Sun takes the color of your eyes
And I am merely a product
Of your hand on mine

Lips shake at the sound of my name
Dancing over your tongue,
Drenching me in a melody
I've neither heard nor sung

Here we are,
And one by one,
You swallow my words of quivering
Sincerity, one by one.
Jan 2012 · 502
Number One
Rose Jan 2012
It’s been quite some time
Thin pale face staring back into mine
Skin is smooth
Eyelashes move
Thoughtless force
Like blades of grass
Hugging the hill of the horizon
Flutter into the wind

And behind
Bursting and sinking
Like that of your eyes
Greens and yellows
The suns red blood vessels
Blinding me momentarily

I’ll see you again after the dark
Friday, August 19th, 2011 at 3:50 am
Jan 2012 · 592
Left Side of Color
Rose Jan 2012
My brain turns into me
When I try to think of you
Selfishly inhibiting
A crystal point of view
Regardless of the fog
Cast over outsides blue
What are these things
We take for granted?

I'm trying to learn from your mistakes
Trying to prove something true

We've no credit- no togetherness-
Just a hand held
At a hospital bed
And the man two sheets over cries
For he can only see red
I pray you turn Central Park
All it's people, and all it's green
Into a memory,
Even if it's only an aerial view
On T.V.

Can't help but wonder
If anyone
Is doing anything
That they planned
Jan 2012 · 1.3k
Neutron Star
Rose Jan 2012
I know I don't need to push you
you've got the strength
in your own legs and knees
to get you as far into the sky
as your hearts been wondering

you'll dance in the stars
take them as partners, one by one
each will belong to you
they'll dip you down into breathtaking reality
where it's just me pushing you
toward dreams

the stars haven't to do with anything
nor does the sky in which they play
the swing on which you sway
it's not about what they think
I write where they can take you but
you've your own vision of success
and if you don't... well I, at most,
feel bad

it's just me myself I'm talking about
I could become a meteorite
were I to ever hit the ground
Rose Jan 2012
I need to be on point
no remorse, no recoil
you happened and now you've past
so at last

I think about how it's going to feel
to have to your hands all over me
besides a film reel
in a theater
that's been here
since we were ten
And how it's going to feel
to leave you standing there
alone, like me
finally

Sometimes revenge is all you need
Jan 2012 · 1.2k
Words I Make Up For You
Rose Jan 2012
and so I'll catch the next train
ride a buzz to Tuscan, AZ
where everything looks the same
except the sunrise,
which always changes your mind,
into gold!
and although it's been sold,
you can still reattain
coaxed and waxed,
old souls
We're estranged

and when it rose that's when I knew
I'd always sing of you
sea swept over me
covered me in
hopeless romanticities
when it rose, I knew

I smoke my last cigarette
Fill my lungs with regret
and lunacies
an inescapable dream
I always knew it'd just be me
leaning against the door of an old Chevy
praying the heat won't **** me
but secretly hoping so
I feel it burning through the soles of my feet
something that was just meant to be
but the king knows his place
and I've no say

we're under the same watchful sky,
you and me
Dec 2011 · 1.9k
Lily of the Valley
Rose Dec 2011
We take the night
Flourish when our minds are most at ease
In between the artsy and the ghetto,
It's gonna take some doing to really change
Maybe if there's someone else
Who isn't too young to save, too irresponsible
We'd be taken to a more realistic edge
Get down and face it,
We don't need as much
As we think we do

Here we are, and here we go

I've been trapped
Lost in a cage
Planning for a great escape
But whether or not
It could happen to me,
I really can't say.
Today you're where I'm at
Where I want to be -
This can happen to me,
I believe I believe

We've investigated a thousand new names
like what I've got isn't good enough for fame
Surprise, surprise - money buys everything,
Actuality and Individuality
it's a state of realism we can't escape
Looking, you don't find flaws in anything
but you know the difference between
poetry and a shallow being
Let's be real here, crazy, let's be real
we feed off of one anothers intricacies
A beauty in ecstasy and believability
I've tried to melt into someone else
Then before nothing made sense
until you, impossibility

There's nothing to compromise
It's just you and I,
fitting
I'm not numb,
some would find that irksome
but I'm glorified in the feeling

I find that place on your chest
That beats like a bomb
A keyboard synthesized to play my song
With every breath you grow lost
Confused by each tear
A lapse in judgement, in character
I don't fear, I don't fear.

I have my fingers pressed into you
Like it means something-
"Don't you see?"

We'll be more than we ever expected could be.
Dec 2011 · 677
Get Me Out Of Here, Please
Rose Dec 2011
let me try and recreate this
there's so much more here
than what you're getting
and what you're getting
is so insubstantial
that its adding
up to nothing
I didn't want to see that I am

An animal* at the core
what are we doing?
a  mindset of love and honesty
a reality of lies and insincerity

Santa comes in the middle of the night
to take your heat, purposely
he has no better interest
than himself
Just like all else
every degree costs him money
Money money Money

there is black in my lungs and
still it is about
"How much is this costing me?"
until you free from the nest
for your own "better interest"
it's hard
to be perfect these days
I know all I can give
is my best just like the rest of

us, who gives a ****
about what's best?

I'm watching myself,
watching you, watching me
and I'm thinking to myself
god, please
god, God, GOD!?
get me out of here
that's all I'm asking,

just
Dec 2011 · 1.1k
Love is Somewhere
Rose Dec 2011
The most of us
Upon realizing that we are purposeless
Are content with that fact
and existing as
Grace and Thankless Droids
aren't you smarter than that?

*it's all we got and you'll find it
only if you don't stop looking
it costs whatever it takes
someday, baby, someday
Dec 2011 · 655
We Are Americans
Rose Dec 2011
running up the debt on the American express
it is getting cut at the end of the month
so we might as well buy everything
and if they come and take it all from me
break down the door, rip from my bed the flannel sheets
that's okay, I never needed it from the beginning
"Alright," she said, "it'll be alright."

this is a one hundred and twenty thread count Egyptian cotton down
the winter is here to eat us alive,
freeze our selfish hearts and minds
might as well be calm while we sleep,
warm at least in our dreams
when I awake, I'll be dead center on a frozen lake
all I'll have gained will be a frost bitten face
$200 comforter or not, I still feel without purpose

"Maybe we should - we should get a new shower curtain..
just the liner isn't good enough anymore."
well it was never really that good
but when did you start to care about the unnecessary?
I spend a lot of time with you because I long to be a kid;
to never know the difference, to have never learned what this is
we are hardly civilians in a community,
more-so savage beasts of an economy
lost chickens running around without our heads
we've lost sight of what it means to be human:
to have one limb and no voice,
just Love to keep us alive
we are entitled, greedy, calculated, manipulative
Americans
a different breed
Dec 2011 · 1.2k
That's That
Rose Dec 2011
You know, it's not bad
I thought I would be messed up mentally
but instead I'm succeeding - they call it reality
I can't lie and say I don't long for
the outdated admiration, insincere adulation
from your clientele  - embarrassed millionaires
Wasting what's left of their fortunes
to stash and squeeze
While I was caring what you would think,
they crafted a creation out of me

I like to
think about
the curve of my words
compared to the small of your back;
the dot over i
to the ones on your skin
the lines crossing t's
like those that run beneath your vision
Were
you any letter,
you would take the form
of a hook and a swoop in another direction;
a question never ending
That's
always
asking
"Why?"

I drink ***** as I write poetry
Focus on my handwriting to keep myself from
Wondering what you're doing
or what you'd think of me
Sipping my way out of my head,
Jack Daniels for breakfast
freedom from the distillery
Rose Dec 2011
"All agents are busy," a recording tells me repeatedly
I am not surprised by this frustrated feeling
I'm writing while I'm waiting
I would pick me in a heartbeat, I'd have a drink with me
And then I'd take me home alone and
Devour every bit of me
I can't get angry at you
No one's gonna love me like me
And so, this life is okay,
It seems solidarity is not the root of all evil things
It's when I try to combine what's yours
With what's mine,
Is a selfish beast made visible

"Hello, can I help you?"
Oh, finally! I say my name
I want to start in January
Which is in about 28 days,
and considering the alternative,
let's talk about irony.

I'll be honest, I don't have a good record
Quit every time, if you can remember
but ******* I love these words
**This has nothing to do with you.
Dec 2011 · 992
Glimmering
Rose Dec 2011
Now don't you get too cocky, handsome
But there's a red sun behind your smile
Which you grind in your sleep while I
Dream silly dreams of you and me
For a change breathing easily

I said don't you get too cocky
But there's nothing I think of so fondly
As I write, its true
Blazing sun, yes beautiful
No planet can hold a flame to you

It is rare that I find within someone
A glimmer of myself
and that is what frightens me
I know how eagerly I leave
Dec 2011 · 2.1k
snow white windows
Rose Dec 2011
"leave me alone-"
she says,
as he's reaching
for her shoulder.
little does he know
really anything
about her



outside the rain turns into snow.
cars crash into one another
and family members burn together.
if only a few extra flakes had fallen,
the flames would have extinguished

i am childish in that way

now we are learning*



                       this wave will crash
                         so ******* you
                  swim faster to the shore
sand in your grasp and already you're drowning
Rose Dec 2011
i'll just let the words fall out
of my fingertips

i can't believe
that baby.
and me,
silly therese
would give anything
to trade places
and raise him right

i read
somewhere on the internet (so
who knows how true
this will prove) they are
planning to add
fertility control agents
to our water supply

just going to poison us all,
it's no big deal
i can't help but wonder
what the **** these up-
standing americans
are thinking
                                                       ­       we ****** 3,000 babies a day

last year, alone
those "providers of the alternative"
(an alternative which soon will be mandatory-
providers of communist limitations)
made one billion dollars in revenue
and here i am, living off of cereal
with a side of
they-must-feel-bad-for-us food
thanksgiving left overs

we are guinea pigs
i feel
sometimes
there is no one looking out for us
"the number of children a woman wishes to have is up to her
with no interference from the gov'ment"
dear mr president said that,
(well, something along those lines
i've never been very good at verbatim)
then he put sterilizers in the reservoirs
coercion

i'm going to bring a child into this world
some day
and the government won't know he exists
although i'm sure that by then
we won't have a government
we will be in chaos
and unsure


not no one looking after us
"Johnson's position on abortion took a drastic shift after seeing an ultrasound of a 13-week-old unborn baby struggling for life inside the mother's womb before being killed... and later turned pro-life. The abortion provider initially got a gag order on her to keep her from disclosing inside information about the questioned organization's practices."
http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.printable&pageId;=372681&fb;_source=message
Nov 2011 · 726
Gray Cloud
Rose Nov 2011
Gray cloud laughed heartily at my naivety
In a whirlwind of weather, of changing minds
Drank whiskey that day to warm my plans
My last dollar was spent long before
Your name was forged by my hands
Drank whiskey that day endangering
My properly operating chemistry;
Then a hero appears
To save me, or the day, either way
He's here, laughing
Nov 2011 · 781
Most days
Rose Nov 2011
Most days I feel
i've been opened
and emptied
with a pudding spoon
little by little
Rose Nov 2011
I will not stand
To be any less than
A necessity.
You need me to live.
Go on,
Say it.

Fast forward to
Frozen leaves in the pond -
Cold takes the life from you
and the small fish -
I should be down there with you,
Like we promised

Did you hear, we're breaking news!
and can you hear the children on the loose?
They are skating their blades
Over where you lay-
I often imagine you
Weighted down by your own panic and regret
Little to do with the stones I've tied you to
Reaching your empty hands towards me
Gasping, pleading, needing

This world turns me and the air
Into thin ice - striking and stinging
Like a smack in the face
I'll always be able to find you
Underneath, at least

Oh, my lover at the bottom of the water
Frozen face in the contortion of "Therese!"
I didn't think I was capable, physically
But what strength love has left me!
They can't see what I've done,
and you're not missing anything
Don't worry.
Nov 2011 · 842
Maybe Soon, Not Now
Rose Nov 2011
You know it's just Mischief,
whispering his own feather
tipped voice through your lips,
setting you inside a bushel of roses
testing your thought process
and waiting for you to get pricked?
You know that right- Hey, kid!
Hop down from that fence
We can't have you acting like this
Don't you know want to know the feeling of home?

Yes, I'll go.
I'll know.


Maybe soon but not now.*


In my imagination of perpetual rhythm,
They administer poems intravenously
We are a part of our own systems, shouting
I've no need for your Thorazine!
In my imagination of perpetual rhythm
She needs three ccs of words unfinished
And yet hopeful remedies, more like prisons,
Leave my hands from the rebellion
With no choice but to idle.
Nov 2011 · 747
Honestly, Honey
Rose Nov 2011
I saw your wife at the coffee shop
You know the one I always talk about
It's up East Main, la-la-la-left on Crane
You should join us some time
You do love your caffeine

Your wife reads cook books
Did you know that?
I can't even fry an egg
Green brown sunny side up or
Unassumingly most usually down
Even with her gray hairs,
She looks younger without you around
what a shame.
Did you know that if I could find a reason,
I'd slink out of my chair and I would say,
"Nice to meet you, I don't believe I know your name."

As I think about introducing myself
It dawns on me,
She probably knows who I am by now
so that won't be necessary. Besides,
nothing makes me feel like
I'm wearing glass shoes
more than you

Honestly, Honey..

I don't want to destroy the last page of the storybook
you've written for yourself and what happiness I've found
what teeny-weensy little bit..



suddenly meaningless.




I put the shoes back in her closet
Woman's eight, half size too big
Shut the light as I leave
None of this ever belonged to me
Not literally or figuratively
Put the keys in the ignition
and I'm home free
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
Mass On Saturdays
Rose Nov 2011
the sun is a halo over the steeple
blinding cast on the winter snow
most are confused by a peaceful sleep
quiet now or the reality will show


is this how life as
an insider looks?
like disciples,
they gather only to disperse
loud sheep, starving

up out of my seat,
walk fast past the pews
stained glass windows,
cold smelly books in brown
wooden rooms

through the wet white terrain

where everything sparkles like crystals
my knees were bleeding, i cried
*take me home, take me home
Nov 2011 · 1.2k
Power Mouse
Rose Nov 2011
My fingernails scratch bright
red through your skin
Dig, dig, digging around
in your organs
Need to find that sore, swollen
power house;
Shelter of let downs and searches for
lifts out
I'll break every rib in this cage to set you free

Would you look at what my hands of red have
gotten in?
Assume the sun rises orange over
each mountain
The hungry showdown makes me feel small
as a field mouse
Spent the day with the clouds just to pray,
guess I'm devout
I'd rather be walking through doors than
jumping out windows
It doesn't work this way but I'd
break every rib to set you free
This poem has been turned to a song..
http://soundcloud.com/treeziie/power-mouse
Nov 2011 · 6.1k
Blueberry Muffins
Rose Nov 2011
This is how to eat a muffin
Flip it upside down, unwrap the wrappings
Nobody starts at the top in this town
Sip a skinny vanilla latte
Text your ex, start wondering
He'll try you later, of course he's busy.
What were you thinking?
In what world could this have worked?
Your existence is physical, is there any purpose you serve?
An actress, a dentist, a model, a florist, a teacher, a songstress
I hate to list projects unfinished
This is how to eat a muffin
You take one bite
and leave the rest as a metaphor
Nov 2011 · 750
les miserables octobre
Rose Nov 2011
snow in october
we’re all in a dream
words are the flakes we gather,
to form one spectacular scene of serenity
there will never be another feeling like this.
ice cold coming through our boots and the chap on your lip
take it grab hold
embrace the miserable october snow
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
Passion Fruit Juice
Rose Nov 2011
Where oh where
does my passion lay? In a shoebox,
under the staircase? I’ve been looking all day,
I guess it’s better off this way..
To be missing eternally
rather than found and broken,
a curse that bounds when spoken,
these days I hardly mention your name.
Most dreams are fairytales,
I need to pretend if I want to achieve.
I am living in honesty
or I am not living at all.
My passions been pressed into the page;
transformed from a natural beauty into something useful.
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