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Drain me
I entreaty
Tears like diamonds
Falling

Drain me
I beg
Make thyn humanity
To be arctic

As frozen as glaciers
No more can I endure
The pain
Living to harsh

Drain me
So I may be
Take away the pain
Set me free

Give me the gift
Keep me from
The sorrow

By black rose
Date: 2014
 Apr 2014 Danielle Rose
anonymous
Oh, I'm sorry
I guess i cared for you too much.
Sorrows in the Night,
set me free.
Sorrows in the Night,
rescue me.
My escape,
eternal embrace,
weeping on the floor
I see your face.
You tear me apart,
with no light,
nothing to hold on to,
except my Sorrows in the Night.
I'm trying to pay attention
as miles scatter
across scenery.

Wheat toppling over softly,
one after another
each glorified tree
stands caressing uneven-
among quiet farms
tucked away almost sleeping.

Yet nothing can
dazzle as others do,
even with this beautiful
preening all around.

Sadness comes in spurts
as distance spreads
over crested valleys.
He carries remnants of a broken child.
Cradles the pieces as he tries
To silence the echoing cries.
He provides love with strong tight hugs
But the pressure isn't enough.
He can't continue on nurturing himself.
 Apr 2014 Danielle Rose
aviisevil
"mommy, where is daddy?"
- he's gone far away and will never return
"where did he go mommy"
- to the other side of the sun

* little Jessica
(oh that's really far)
*mommy
(bless her little heart)

" mommy, but tim told me he died"
- now, now you're too small to know
" but i'm too big for your lies"
-I guess you ought to know
" how did he die, mommy?"
- well, you know how he was
" he was really nice to me"
- well, thats not how he was
"how was he mommy"
- he was a bad person
" no, he was nice mommy"
-remember how he used his gun
" he let me try it too"
- oh, when Jessica ?!
"he told me not to tell you"
- but you must, Jessica!
"alright, but I want a candy"
-ok, Jessica
" and an ice-cream too"
- anything you want, Jessica!
" I want a pretty dress"
- you're crossing your limit
" other one is so old"
- but you still fit in it


*little Jessica
( i'm hungry )
*mother
(I hope theres nothing to worry)

"mommy i'm hungry"
- first tell me, what did daddy made you do
" he told me to aim and shoot"
- and did you ?!
"yeah, but I missed"
- aim at what ?!
"he told me not to tell you"
- why not ?!
" well he said it'll be our secret"
- you can tell mommy, dear
" what if he gets angry"
- DADDY IS DEAD, HE WON'T HEAR
" jeez, calm down"
- tell me what did you do
" first get me a gun"
" i'll show you"
- no, you can't have it
" than I won't tell you "
- alright, danm it !

*little Jessica
( i'm really hungry, danm!)
*mother
( he was such an evil man )

" give it to me "
- Please, be careful !
" just watch me "
- thats the trigger, don't pull
"jeez, mommy relax "
- it's all so wrong
" do you want it back?"
- I have to be strong
" so, he told me to hold it"
" and to be steady "
- don't aim at me
" woah, thats what he said to me"
" why are you so sweaty"
- Jessica , put it down
" why mommy, daddy's not around"
- give it to me now
" i don't like the way you sound"
- don't force me
" you can't, it has a live round "
- Jessica, get away from me
" than he begged for his life "
- don't come near me
" he told me to walk by his side "
- Please, don't do this
" and than I laughed because I thought he was funny "
- its not funny, get rid of it
" don't worry, i'm better now it'll be quick mommy"


*little Jessica
( i'm really really hungry)
Notes (optional)
 Apr 2014 Danielle Rose
Lily
Glass
 Apr 2014 Danielle Rose
Lily
my coffee knows me best
today I've gotten more and more
familiar                 with Bishop.

Elizabeth Bishop
and I find myself sipping hot
caffeine          for the second time today

she was addicted to alcohol
just like I am to caffeine
her glass was filled with whiskey

mine is three quarters water,
one quarter cold milk
two teaspoon of coffee,

and one of sugar.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Today I got to know a perfectionist

a woman poet
whose main feeling was of
alienation         no sense of belonging.

Fascinating      just
like
me.
April.11.2014
 Apr 2014 Danielle Rose
MST
The humid incumbency of my bed is overwhelming; it doesn't help to have your arm on me.
Warm, moist and overwhelming due to the slightest temperature change; which is complimented by the staunch smell of sweat.
I am awake, barely,  as the sun slowly introduces dawn to this uncharacteristic heat.
I have something to do, somewhere to be, but the warmth is containing me.
I think about a number of things, predominantly this woman lying here,
one who I am meant to love, hold high and above; yet I fear.
The room characteristically describers her overwhelming temper,
hushed, surrounding, weakening; as it layers over your mind,
seducing it until you become blind.
As these realizations drip upon me like my sweat drips off my nose,
continuous, subtle, and not enough to wipe away,
yet, bothersome enough to impose.
So as I lie here, sweating, stinking and sweltering; I wonder how long?
How long until my sweat will drown me.
She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.
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