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151
Ines Rose Jan 2018
151
Here I am
Again drinking
Like there’s a fire inside
That won’t extinguish
Unless I douse the flame

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151 by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
named after 151 ***
Ines Rose Dec 2017
Pity you didn’t stay away
Shame you came and didn’t stay
Pain, a boomerang, it goes both ways
You’re gonna have to learn today

I told you to run
Away from the sun

Pity you had to lose it all
Shame no one picked up your call
Painful desire to drop the ball
You’re gonna have to take the fall

I told you to run
I’m not the one

Pity you didn’t fear the flames
Shame you hadn’t learned my name
Paintings of every life I’ve claimed
You’re gonna have to lose this game

I told you to run
A girl is a gun

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A Girl Is A Gun by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Ines Rose Nov 2017
I know just what you are
I met you when I first touched a flame

You're a bump in the road,
a chapter of a novel,
a map to treasure;

You are a lesson I have to learn
You are the path I have to take

What's it they always say?
Regardless of the pain
"It's for the better"

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A Lesson by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
A short poem I wrote circa February/March 2015
Ines Rose Jan 2017
Before,
I knew how to speak in Spanish
Then, before I knew it,
I almost forgot

Before,
I knew how to give you my love
Then, before I knew it,
That knowledge was lost

Before,
I knew how to laugh at the jokes
Then, before I knew it,
The joke was on me

[2019 edit:
Before,
I knew what the world was about
Then, before I knew it,
It wasn't so easy]
(Spur of the moment)
Ines Rose Sep 2018
I was scared
And
I was scared straight

I was torn
And
I was a tornado

I was the pain
And
I was the painter

I was ******
And
I was ****** right

I was just
And
I was just enough

I was dependent
And
I was dependent on nothing

I was true*
And
I was truly ashamed

I was used
And
I was used to it
Quite random tbh
I have just been reflecting and this is the product of

*True to myself
Ines Rose Jun 2018
I trudged on
Showing up with heavy eyes
Arms lifelessly swaying with my gait
Going through the motions

Then I got my fix
And like all of us creatures of habit
I formed  a routine around this upper
Making it necessary

Like morning tea
Or perhaps coffee is your hot beverage of choice
You invigorated me
And now I can face anything unabashed
Ines Rose Mar 2020
You looked so majestic sitting there
Delicate, divine, and bare
Vulnerable but I didn't care
How could I?

You, with your brown eyes and your short brown hair
Resting on a broken chair
Defeated but I didn't care
I had to lie

Over and over and over again to get you
Over and over and over again, I let you down
Over and over and you were over it, you'd even given up your crown

You should have known better when I said that I'd be there for you
You should have known better than to believe when I said that I would help you through
I'll tell you that I'm sorry but by now you should know the truth
Helping someone other than myself is something [that] I just can't do

I saw my chance and I acted fast
Things this pure (you see) they never last
At least they never have in my past
I bled you dry

I didn't want you to leave the shadow I cast
With your love so deep and your heart so vast
You'd be happier in a light you could bask
That's why

Over and over and over again I hurt you
Over and over and over again to keep you down
Over and over and you were over it, you couldn't even reach your crown

You should have known better when I said that I'd be there for you
You should have known better than to believe when I said that I'd be there for you
I'll tell you that I'm sorry but by now you should know the truth
Helping someone other than myself is something [that] I just can't do

I can't be good to you
Poetry that's meant to easily translate into a country song, from the perspective of all the men I've loved before. I came up with this in 15 minutes so don't take it too seriously!
Ines Rose Jan 2017
We have put so much time and effort in protest,

It is time we do the same for revolution .
Discontentment is the main spring to progress and innovation, but only if you take action.
Ines Rose May 2017
Blood on the ground
I need to rebound

Blood I remember
Frozen in December

Blood on the street
Don't let this repeat

Blood on my knee
I miss the old me

Blood has gone dry
There's no need to cry

Blood has turned blue
Reborn, I'm brand new

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Making Mistakes by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
A comparison between scrapes and mistakes (made in life)
Ines Rose Feb 2018
I gave you a place to rest your head
I let you
Share my sheets
And in return
I found
All my secrets roaming the streets
Ines Rose Jan 2017
I called on the wind
Maman would have had a fit
I called for the wind by name.

I asked her today
Please sing my song to the world
and just like my hair she curled

Noisy spirals, like
lunar periods tidal.
The wind spoke in mania

She's shouting, howling.
A drunk Father passing through
A scared Mother beating you

Momentarily
Wind made me god, and I was
bigger than I ever knew

I am powerful
and destructive, tormented
still by being invented

Then manifested
in earthly form as human
ever striving for balance

When inside of me
Equity had been replaced
Now anger stood in its place

Personified, I'm
Refocusing my compass.
But to where do I set course,

What is my purpose?
Concerned with Identity
To seek out Serenity
*god isn't capitalized on purpose
*every other stanza rhymes to juxtapose order and chaos
*5/7/7 syllable structure
Ines Rose Jan 2017
Who are you
To assume
That you are capable
Of escaping
The inescapable?
Mother's white-washed
Nourishment, propaganda teet
A taste
Acquired early,
Now it's all you can eat.
Nestled in protagonism,
Coddled by media,
Limited brains were
Your encyclopedia.
College wakes you
"Even my Mother is blind"
and you wonder how it was you lost your mind?
For the sociopathic narcissist
Ines Rose Jul 2018
There is a bird on my window sill

So indecisive, sitting still

She could have been up on that tree

Instead, she came and talked to me

“Oh pretty girl you know things well

So tell me which one would be swell

To sing for a crowd that isn’t there

Or to die for a crowd that doesn’t care?”

I didn’t know quite what to say

And so the bird, she flew away
An old one I dug up from the archives circa 2012-2013.
Not sure where I was going with this but here it is.
Thoughts?
Ines Rose Jul 2018
I toed the ocean’s green.

It took me to his face,

a match in colors,

his eyes and this water

both hypnotizing,

like a moth to a flame.

But the sand was coarse

unlike his smoothness,

coat after creamy coat of membrane thin

porous loveliness, to let him live and breathe.

It looked unreal -

him a doll,  and this sea

a painting -

‘twas all too much beauty

to encompass in one place,

one body.

That’s where balance storms in,

for the water she roars

she shouts and she tugs.

His eyes tug too, at my heart.

With matching habits

they pull and smash me

then carry me out till someone

cares to find me.
Another one from the archives.
I'll have to find the date.
Ines Rose Jul 2018
It’s people who go way back
That won’t give me a call back
I left them back in Philly
Left them in my old city

It’s people who go way back
But I don’t want to backtrack
Some of them will grow and glow
Others will reap what they sow

It’s people who go way back
And yet I have to fall back
We could have stacked together
And been best friends forever

It’s people who go way back,
That disappeared like yik yak
Please keep that same energy
Quand tu me voit sur Paris
Quand tu me voit sur Paris = When you see me in Paris
I've been battling with this one since January.
Yes I know it's "There are". The AAVE is on purpose.

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