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the black rose Nov 2019
inconsistency is a close friend of mine.
we argue like husband and wife,
can we ever agree on anything?
we compete with mood swings and incomplete projects..
ill try to save the world
although i take way too long to make a decision,
procrastination holds me weak
and inconsistency is a close friend of mine..
the black rose Nov 2019
love is like..
too many different types.
too many different lefts.
too many different rights..
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ive spent more time with my face stained on pillows and
my eyes in holes dug deep.
ive had connections with perceptions of who they claim to be devil,
devious ties to dangerous disguised as razors and knives
holding my wrists at gun point;
at some point ive died like a thousand times,
is this a sign?
the black rose Nov 2019
for years ive wondered where my spark went,
or how my dark can go from dark as 'night'
to bright
as light
& vice versa.
ive wondered why my poems had only rhythm and surface,
barely passion or purpose.
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barely spoke,
barely wrote anything so everything stayed glued to my insides
and slowly ate away all sense of everything.
im reckless and
i move slow because ill make a mess of anything
close enough.
the black rose Nov 2019
ive tried to silence the violence by confiding in figures
and shadows that cared only for what made little to no common-sense at all.
ive tried to salvage my balance by breathing in and out,
choosing different routes,
using words of mouth &
switching paces,
running far away from faces that were all too familiar.
my family ties are all deeply rooted in the lies of who i swore to be &
its the sickest of humor how who i swore to be is nowhere close to who i am.
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the black rose Nov 2019
bcm
not looking for a lover...
only someone unafraid to become again.
aware of dangers, depth and death;
still in motion though curiosity poses as a threat.
the black rose Oct 2019
live presently in every moment;
as you embrace every expression
and explore every direction
without concern and without question because its destined...
the black rose Oct 2019
with no need for a mirror to determine my reflection,
she shows me who i am,
and the nature of my essence.
she displays
me,
effortlessly.
without influence or judgement.
without adjustment
or renovation.
she's inspiration,
she's motivation.
she's stillness
without stagnance or a bit of hesitation.
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honored to be mother.
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