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591 · Jan 2017
To the fetish boys
Heliza Rose Jan 2017
They want me
They want my skin, dark as chocolate to melt on their tongue
They want to ******* sweetness over and over
Yet they do not want to know the history of my cocoa
Nor of how it got this sweet after years of being labelled "bitter woman"
And when I speak of that history I suddenly become less wanted
Less sweet
I return to the "bitter woman" always complaining they say
So they want me to accept their compliments
Answer when they call me "chocolate queen"
But never fully claim the title "queen"
For my chocolate although sweet is only good for a few moments as though I am an addicts dream and all I am is a fix
They want the story of my cocoa to remain untold
The story of how I was whipped beaten and almost broken
The story of how the sun scorched my bare back and the mud swallowed my tired feet
The story of how despite it all my cocoa still thrived and produced wonderlust fruit

They do not want to hear such a story, yet they lick their lips in anticipation of my fruit
My cocoa still tells its story despite this and there are those waiting with patient ears
589 · Jul 2016
The hue of this skin
Heliza Rose Jul 2016
Who would have thought that when I was sent from heaven with such a hue on my skin it would create an uproar of rage and start a river of blood
Who could have fantomed the chains and the beatings that would still be associated with the hue of this skin
Who knew that the hue of this skin, the smooth darkness that I see within the mirror would suddenly be an automatic 'X' on my back.
So I lay here confused because heaven should have told me what comes with the hue of this skin.
Blacklivesmatter
588 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
She was armed with a camera
He was armed with a paintbrush
And I just sit here with my arms bare
Wondering what weapon would be mine
For they all seem to be taken
587 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
I run from myself
Fast and breathless
I take a break often trying to recall what made me run
What me decide
To pick up my feet and take off
But I have nothing
581 · Apr 2014
Secrets
Heliza Rose Apr 2014
We all have secrets.

But walls have thousands
579 · Feb 2017
The Flower Man
Heliza Rose Feb 2017
I'm fascinated with the beauty of the black man who cries rose petals when the world soils the earth
And bleeds jasmine when a woman is hurt
The black man who IS rose petals
And IS jasmine
But ISN'T apologetic
576 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
I'm searching for my augustus
574 · May 2014
Relationship Block
Heliza Rose May 2014
Being with you is like writing a novel
You know were you want to go with it
But you end up having writers block
I've been writing about love a lot which is not like me.Well what do you know I am going insane
573 · Dec 2013
I Am The Mirror-Part I
Heliza Rose Dec 2013
''Mirror mirror on the wall please show me my every flaw''

My response is..

''Dear dear before me you're horrid theres the door''

I see the tears and i cant help but smile

At the power i have over you every while

''Mirror mirror you're so harsh!''

''Please stop screaming you are trash''

You gaze at your reflection

You have no direction

You scream and you cry

But i also want to

Having you to go through.

Every day

Every minute

Same old question.

I try to tell you

''you are perfect''

But you always feel low

like a reject

Then now i show you everything you think is wrong

Boom boom boom like a strange song

You listen to all my lies

As you do everday

Me the mirror and what i have to say.
560 · Jan 2015
Poetry
Heliza Rose Jan 2015
I learnt once you stop writing poetry for that lightening bolt
That when you do not formulate for those numbers illuminated in red
When you are not afraid you will be the only one to see your words
Your poetry with be beautiful
555 · Sep 2016
Little vessel
Heliza Rose Sep 2016
When I was little
All I did was love
A tiny vessel
Being confused but in love with every surrounding thing
But then this vessel grew up
Filled with hate and judgement from society
Filled with bitter notions and broken promises
And now this vessel stands here
Too full of the wrong things
554 · Apr 2014
Frost
Heliza Rose Apr 2014
Frost is like coffee compared to you
549 · Mar 2015
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Heliza Rose Mar 2015
Like the fire I wish to breathe
one which shall corrupt my lungs
and stale my eyes
burn away my lashes

Is the same way that I crave you
wanting despite all I know
a blaze that will take away my life in a river of flames
a blaze that will scorch everything of my physical body
yet leave my soul intact,untouched

I want that fire
even though it will kiss my finger tips until they burn.
548 · Mar 2017
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Heliza Rose Mar 2017
True love,
True love is me loving my self from bone to skin
From marrow to flesh
True love is me
Appreciating myself
Even when I'm not at my best
545 · Apr 2014
Allergic to yourself?
Heliza Rose Apr 2014
Are you allergic to yourself?

Do you scratch away at yourself,in the hopes that your skin would peel off?

Are you allergic to yourself?

Do you deliberately avoid pictures just so the camera won't add a few pounds and make you look?

Are you allergic to yourself?

Do you cough and wheeze whenever you suddenly remember a flaw that seems to get every ones head turning?

Are you allergic to yourself?

Do your eyes go red and puffy when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror?

Are you allergic to yourself?

Does your tongue swell whenever a good word about you tries to spill itself out?

Are you allergic to yourself?

Does everything about you,make you swell ache and bend over in pain?

Do you wish you could jump out of your own skin?
537 · May 2014
Fake Glue
Heliza Rose May 2014
You held me together so tight
But it wasn't till I was touched and fell apart did I realize you were fake glue.
537 · Dec 2014
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Heliza Rose Dec 2014
The dark is suffocating,it is pressing down on me and as I reach over to the side of my bed all my fingers meet are stripped sheetsand old blankets.

Yet when the morning light pulls in as though it knows I will need comfort from the impending disappointment,I reach over again calling out to a haven,my haven that I hope will be there in dark brown hair and hooded eyes..I find emptyness and fall back asleep

I wake at noon..my legs all tired and begging to be carried,yet I know the only one who would wish to take this ebony skin is far across saving galaxies and aliens that will never understand.

As the shower touches my body,images flash before my eyes my eyes that have grown used to being tired but still cry at the depravation.The images linger as the water dances across my scars and my back and it does not feel like liquid over my body it feels like you
532 · May 2014
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Heliza Rose May 2014
A writer lives two lives
One on earth
And the other on pages
525 · Aug 2016
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Heliza Rose Aug 2016
I've been sprouting
Trying to lift myself from the ground

I've been trampled on
And I have lost leaves

But I'm still sprouting
Lifting myself from the ground
524 · Dec 2013
I Am The Mirror-Part II
Heliza Rose Dec 2013
Now i watch you twirling around

Your self esteem wont touch the ground

''Wow i look perfect just as always''

And i feel like strangling you just as always

But a mirror with no other job

I stay there watching you smile

not watching you sob

You're never exisiting pain

And your forever arrogance

Makes me want to watch you dance

on sweet sweet broken glass.

No respect

short little nonesense

As you think you're queen

But i am royal

and will remain forever so

I am the mirror

the torture of your soul.
521 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
Depression is like acid,
It eats at us furiously and doesn't seem like it is capable of stopping, it burns.

With intense determination, eager to bring us to our knees and sobs to our lips. It damages us, most times irreversibly but what it does is give us a chance to step out of our old skin that is hurting, the skin that doesn't let us sleep at night. But the painful thing is that it is never truly easy to step out of that skin that clings so tightly to our bones.
517 · Jul 2016
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Heliza Rose Jul 2016
I've been conversing with people that don't know me
Contemplating about people that have no desire to know me
And fixating on people that will never be mine

Yet I keep praying,
Disgracing and degrading
Humiliating and abusing
My own soul, for people that never take the time to give me any loving, any caring.
People that are never caught appreciating but keep using what they keep breaking.
515 · May 2014
Shape-shifting
Heliza Rose May 2014
We shape shift,don't be jealous

Us writers transform whenever we get a pen

Or a computer

We morph into beings of extraordinary capabilities

We are almost unstopable at this point

Our eyes fixed on our target like a lion upon the fresh flesh of a gazele

We rain supreme in imaginary land

With our crowns atop our heads

Having words as meals and eating on top a large dictionary

We invent,we are the masters of everything

We become legends

But there is one thing that can **** us:

**No inspiration
This is all jumbled words
508 · Aug 2016
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Heliza Rose Aug 2016
You say my words are too deep
But only because yours were too shallow to make me float
501 · May 2014
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Heliza Rose May 2014
One morning,a little bird chirped at my window
I opened it up to let this creature in.
It glided unto the pane,its onyx eyes shinning bright
It began singing a song that could make a harp stop and listen.
Its tone wore a coat of gold
And its harmony had the tenderness of a dozen wind chimes.
I listened intently at this bird with its sunset coloured feathers.

I translated its song and this was what I heard:

'Far and wide,I came back and forth to this window.But now I'll stay,I'll stay'

Its song was a promise that it would be by my side,through my pain,tears and heartbreaks.

But as bread crumbs flew from another window,
It flew away
497 · Dec 2014
Darkness and Light
Heliza Rose Dec 2014
To blow out the candle burning in the spiteful darkness
Is to wait until the feverish snake devours my toes and kisses my bones

I cannot allow my only light to be snatched
Leaving me to hug a shroud and to wait for the faint sound that will signal my end

I instead shall burn a hundred candles,a thousand if my hands are not tired and burnt.
Coaxing the darkness out to die by the hand of light
Heliza Rose Jan 2017
So be tender with people today
For hearts are bleeding
494 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
I haven't forgiven myself for letting you in
For knowing you were toxic but still letting you in
Into the space between my lips
And almost the space between my hips
490 · Aug 2016
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Heliza Rose Aug 2016
My boy cinnamon was brave
But he wasn't enough
485 · Jul 2014
Heartbroken
Heliza Rose Jul 2014
When you are heartbroken the whole world turns gray

And all you needed is someone to show you the rainbow again
485 · Jan 2017
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Heliza Rose Jan 2017
Your lies were pregnant
They gave birth to false dreams
And now here I am,
A grandmother to broken promises
475 · Apr 2014
Can you?
Heliza Rose Apr 2014
Can you hear the pieces falling?
Those are parts of me.

Can you smell the putrid flesh burning?
That's mine also.

Can you see the empty space where a heart should be?
That's my sanctuary.

Can you read the words written in something red?
That's my handwriting.

Can you feel the vibrations as this world falls apart?
That's my doing
475 · Jul 2015
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Heliza Rose Jul 2015
Some speak of the satisfaction of life
The mere appreciation of little things that may let you breathe easy
Let your heart calm
But I still await this feeling
it foreign to me
Like england is foreign to the recent sun
Oh how I wish I could feel what they speak of
Inspired by Melinda Eva
474 · May 2015
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Heliza Rose May 2015
She could feel her heart racing
The euphoric moment as she landed between death and life
Her hair tangled across her sweat beat face
Her limbs getting weaker with each breath
She began to shut her eyes
As she let the multiple abysses welcome her senses
She coughed
Again and again
Until all she could taste was the metallic taste of blood in her mouth
She clasped her hands as though she could save her escaping soul
She couldn't
472 · May 2014
A gift
Heliza Rose May 2014
I gave you my heart
When it was time for you to give me yours
I found your rib cage empty
469 · Dec 2016
Dear Mr President,
Heliza Rose Dec 2016
Dear Mr President,
My mother told me I was the universe
So I will be ****** if I am told I am only a kitchen
If I am told that I am 'the other room'
I am the universe Mr President, stars and all
So do not mistake me for rooms in a house
Because they will never be able to contain my spirit
462 · Apr 2014
One day
Heliza Rose Apr 2014
One day she'll beg for the moon

Better hope its no time soon

Because next she'll want the stars

Then venus,saturn and of course mars

She'll ask for the oceans and the sea

She'll ask you will be her knight,prince,hero and all there is to be

She'll want kisses that the sun can only graze

Note,this is not just a phrase

She'll also want a journal so she can document all your love

So one day she will tie it to a balloon
And let it fly above
455 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
I want to be in love like properly soul deep in love with someone not just grazing the surface and then shouting "I love you!''
451 · Jul 2015
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Heliza Rose Jul 2015
Let me fall into your deepest end
I promise you I can swim
For even if it is dark because of your nightmares,
I can find my way.
450 · Feb 2017
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Heliza Rose Feb 2017
And how ironic is it to try to trample a flower
But then it helps the soil birth ten more
449 · May 2014
Life of a writer
Heliza Rose May 2014
Writers live so many lives
Die so many deaths
Kiss so many lips
Touch so many skins
Watch so many skies
Talk to so many ghosts
Cry so many tears
And live so many years
Writers dance to their own songs,even if the song is only their voice at 2am
Writers create so any pieces within the canvas of their minds
Writers have tried every potion,every drink to stay awake
Writers get high from the smell of ink and fresh paper
Writers love the way the word"Library"sounds on their lips
Writers have so many fears
Writers suffer so many diseases
Writers have so many nightmares
Writers have much to share
Writers have spoken to elves,fairies,werewolves and vampires
writers have seen mid summer night dreams
And have seen the love of a couple that had a tragic end
Writers have created,destroyed,crafted and manipulated so much.

That is why writers are some of the greatest to live amongst men
True?
449 · Aug 2016
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Heliza Rose Aug 2016
I haven't found peace
And I'm guessing I should
Like it is fundamental for my journey
Yet my journey has come to a halt
Well at least part of it
Like I'm in one car going at the speed of light
While I'm in car that has stopped moving because it broke down and a guy named Joe refuses to fix it, even though he has all the spanners and whatnots

So while one me is almost at the destination
The other me is hopelessly lost
449 · Sep 2016
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Heliza Rose Sep 2016
She was confused about life
But not the beauty it held
447 · Jun 2014
Flower shop
Heliza Rose Jun 2014
My emotions are like a flower shop
You admire the beauty of the flowers up front
That you hardly notice the wiltering ones at the back
446 · Jun 2016
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Heliza Rose Jun 2016
I choose,
I choose to write on my wrists the words I cannot say
Spiraling around my arms the secrets I cannot tell
Finding their way to my neck the sentences  I don't understand
Kissing my ears, my lips, my whole body
A scroll full of ink, red, black and blue
A rainbow of selective colours, meaning not a rainbow at all.
In the morning these words disappear
Evaporate into the tingling morning air to join my dreams in the boxes I have kept them in order to gather dust and remain unopened, untouched and unlived.
442 · Aug 2016
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Heliza Rose Aug 2016
Beautiful flowers may grow here
                  But it is a wasteland without you
442 · Mar 2017
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Heliza Rose Mar 2017
They told me my heart was too fragile to stand on its own
That it's beating
It's thumping
It's pounding
Only existed because it was held up by a man or the promise of one
I told them no
For it existed because the woman I am carries it daily and the promise of the woman I will become is what keeps it beating
440 · May 2014
Broken Hearts
Heliza Rose May 2014
Broken hearts write the best songs
Broken hearts write the best poetry
Broken hearts taste a divine dose of creativity
But why is it always so bitter?
440 · May 2014
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Heliza Rose May 2014
Putting your faith in me is like tryingto fly a paper plane.

You know how high you want it to go,
But it always comes down
Fiction
440 · Feb 2014
Give Me Love
Heliza Rose Feb 2014
I stare into space wondering why your ribs are so hollow.Your cheeks stand out and your collarbone begs for tomorrow.Your brown eyes beg for my help and attention.Your skin has scars and marks of a nation.You think your tears make you weak,and that is why you refuse to speak.You just keep your silence and continue to draw.upon you broken and fragile wrists.And as you lay your head on my lap.I swear I heard something inside you snap.
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