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 May 2018 AAron Roz
Laughing Man
Permission slips and paper clips,
One school day, pretty quick.
Then the fires began to glow,
Brighter, stronger, row on row.
They began to scream, as doors were locked,
Their visions blurred by burning chalk.
I sat back to take it all in,
Knowing they’ve paid for their sins.
School can be such a horrible place for so many people.
love is my addiction
because: except no.
addiction is my love
because it isn’t
it’s what I hate most
But want more than anything
the struggle between him and my addiction.
 May 2018 AAron Roz
Pax
Too many shattered Mirrors
Mirroring my sins.

Too many walls
Hindering my wings.

My growth remains
  still
as silence Kills.

How do you love the
Unloved?
I was never a writer
I was just some poet
Who seek some
understanding in my
understatement @pax

at times I feel so tired...
thanks to those who still read me..
 May 2018 AAron Roz
Jack
The girl he wanted with such desire,
Now passion burns like a blazing fire,
Starved lips reach her gentle face,
On her tiptoes and I’ve found my place,
A distinct taste of cigarettes and wine,
Swallowed up by her, the ultimate crime,
As the dark surrounds our figures,
Silhouettes together our loving light flickers,
Delicate tongues marching on foreign turf,
Finally, the girl who shows me my worth,
The kiss i never wanted to end,
Ensnared within each other, my girlfriend.
i love you
I paint my face with tears
because I don't want to wipe them away.
I don't want to vanish my pain
and save it for another day.
I don't want to be known as my pain
but I am my pain.

My pain is the glossy finish
that my tears leave on my face.
My pain is what covers me.
My pain is what you see right through
'cause its clearer than cellophane

What if I don't like the sticky feel my tears leave behind?
What if I don't like the shame my pain brings along?

My pain is the scream into both ears that keeps me up at night.
Its the rush in my arms that makes me stab myself when dark.

Maybe if it wasn't dark you would see the red my eyes show;
crying out to you,
wishing you'll know about the pain that took me.

But when the light shines bright I spread my pain clear
like the armor to protect me,
or more likely it's my shield to hide behind.

But sometimes I shut my eyes
and they forget to reopen
and I just lie there
because maybe I don't want them to.
legit just a **** post bc i was venting
 May 2018 AAron Roz
bk
Never have I ever had my heart broken.
Never have I ever talked to him again.
Never have I ever been depressed.
Never have I ever loved since then.

B.K.
 May 2018 AAron Roz
c
"Write happy"
 May 2018 AAron Roz
c
The other day I showed my mom my poems
"Why do you always write sad poems? Write happy." She says
I just nodded, but I couldn't tell her my code of secrecy.
I write so I can let all the pain go
The pain of yesterday
and the reason that was was that I didn't have anybody when I moved
Everybody was occupied
And on my first day of school, I ruined everything
my words were spoken in clumps
and my pen was my only companion
So I wrote
wrote like the ink was my blood and paper my skin
and poetry accepted my request of being a friend
now my poems act as a mentor and a tutor
I can't give up writing sad poems
because if I do,
I'll lose yesterday
 May 2018 AAron Roz
Black Leaf
Tired
 May 2018 AAron Roz
Black Leaf
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
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